THE MIRAGE The rain stopped.The rainbow flashed.It seemed to be a vivid belt bound to the skys giant waist.The rainbow bent as the mirage knelt on the skys chest.The rainbow changed for a florid tent. The blue-eyed sky straightened its own back.The sky didnt move to the miracles net.The mirage didnt wait.It blinked its eyes and left. I was spelled.I found a trap below the sky in my hearts jail.I wasnt the rainbow which patted the sky and left.I wasnt the mirage with its graceful jade in an invisible net.Another rainbow will come to the sky to flash.Another mirage will look so fresh but any mirage is a phantom deck.Only the old church in which I knelt will give me courage to strengthen my neck.
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 09:09:53 +0000
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