Revival
I remember the smell of flowers
Swaying slightly
Beautiful images
Stitched into themselves
As the birds sing of love
And eyes being to meet
And laughter is the only audible sound
Dreams are for the night
Life is for sunshine
Rainbows blush in jealousy
And the rain followed lightly
As I spread my arms
Extending to each finger tip
Smiling into the unknown
Worlds collide above my head
As droplets fell
On my porcelain coating
Revival in each pattern
As a god looking upon their kingdom
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