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Jul 2011
I put the prism on the table,
facing the bearing
heat
of the sun.
A misty mirage appeared,
a wall of colors, the light
following
in a straight line.
The wall started to move
up and down
like color waves, crashing
on the beach.
And I stood there,
drowning in the
beauty
of the
color waves.
Written by
Allison May
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