Through the piano keys, beyond the dust of rainbows-
There stands a birth like no other-
With arms open as wide as shutters, the new born coughs.
In the misty glow-of tomorrows rain, a smile shows through.
Blistering at a roses entrance, lights flicker across the ceiling.
if this brown below the toes of green is scented
if this orange above the head of red is touched
brighter and higher will fingertips grow
The crisp breath of Decembers song can send death to a throat.
Wincing blows will crash the glass and across the grass to lay-
Whimper in pain but it’s no use, the kiss from the air is far too blue.
Life was short, it never lasts, tears will fall but gone so fast.
Sleep is here, take it in, and the lashes will close-tenderly.
if this white below the toes of green is frosted
if this gray above the head of red is brushed
brighter and higher will fingertips flow-
brighter and higher will fingertips flow.
 
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