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.
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 9:07 AM UTC
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.