Reflection
Reflection
There are screeches of passion
white wings scratch against the skyline.
Pastels implode and deepen as they seep
through the air, clinging to canvas.
Sunlight falls, thick and fast like
fresh honey. It sticks to the ground.
Cathedral windows stand proud, devouring
adoration from pilgrims. Hymns are sung silently.
Pink skirts adorn the flowers, drunken bumbles
fall aimlessly from stem to stem.
Breezes tip-toe with the freshness of bolly,
searching abandoned fields.
The stream crawls and kicks in places, mirroring
the brazen beauty, a cherry on my cake.
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