Redica Of Rainbows

Redica Of Rainbows
My window is open, full of everything within
The touch of sunlight.
As though it was a consent moving picture,
That the painter was never done painting.
Things that seem to be alife, but in a
Moment it all stops, your beath is taken. To
Behold before you heaven it’s self. In all
The days you life past this, you’ll remember
That day the painter of your window gave you
Something to remember.

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