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Sep 2014
Beyond the crown of clouds
darts the Rainbow Serpent
covered in shroud.

Where the magik is mundane,
world like a jewel of wonder,
the Wizard's otherworldly plane.

Dashing and spinning
through the blossoms of morning awe
A stunning Rainbow serpent, I had saw.

Visions of a madman
condemned to misunderstandings.
Am I the last of the people who dream in color?

Written by
Kenshō  M
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