Fire And Water

This is one of, or rather the random-est poem I have ever written.
If you don't understand it, you are forgiven because, frankly, neither do I.

Blue flowers, empty words,
And the ringing of a solitary sleigh bell
Rain pours down
An incessant pounding in the heart

Ringlets of pretty blonde curls
Masks to cover up the blemishes
The world from the viewpoint of
The world itself 

A friendship band, twisted, wrung and cast aside
Pink hibiscuses, taking the sunshine
Slashes on taut skin
Thin water gushes out.

The rainbow against the contrast of my heart
Grainy sand and a painful past
And a wheel of life, going on
Till it comes back to where it started.

The End

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