Kaleidoscope

“Kaleidoscope”

Like a kaleidoscope she turned,
Crystals exploding and melting back,
In an ever changing cycle
of movement and light.

He held her in his trembling hands,
And somehow it wasn’t enough
To stop the twisting winds of decay,
As it wore away the sands of time.

Always spinning in its mad rotation,
He caught a vision of what was real,
But it was only a glimpse in the kaleidoscope
Catching her crazy colors swirl.

By Paul D Aronson. 2002.

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