19. SpookOfNight


Sweeping tapestry of dancing light.

Shimmering, immobile, fragile as the whisper of a dream.

A graceful arch, hanging by invisible threads to the silver canvas.

Tiny white diamonds, sparkling droplets, interwoven in the fabric.

Seven colours, entwine, run together, colours on the artist's pallet,

All seperate, yet one, a mottled shining masterpiece.

White mist below, grey sky above. One rainbow in between.

The End

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