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Jacob Jan 25
On a walk I stand before the cast of a park sprinkler
Within my periphery is an arc immaterial
Glancing up and through
A rainbow of moonlight plays along the mist kissing my face
Short lasting and without color
I move along the waters path to catch its glimpse once more
Kristin Dec 2020
The moonbow reminds me
that everything comes full circle
this New Year's Eve

The moonbow reminds me
that even in the obscurity of night
there are flecks of color

The moonbow reminds me
that even in the fog and haze
there is light to be treasured

The moonbow reminds me
that all things wax and wane
as time passes so slowly, so quickly

The moonbow reminds me
to show my truest colors
in an ink-dark world

The moonbow reminds me
I must choose to see its light
this New Year's Eve

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