May 2015
Wings did flutter upon a kaleidoscope in the heavens,
Grazing upon the chimes of coloured skies ink,
What was transparent, now glazed with blush,
More followed once the same now individual,
Heavens high were a blaze of colour once more .
Grazing upon the chimes of coloured skies ink,
What was transparent, now glazed with blush,
More followed once the same now individual,
Heavens high were a blaze of colour once more .
When Butterflies had transparent wings then a rainbow happened by, and inked each one different never the same once more
