Sugar and Rainbows
By Elexer
Sparkling white sugar
brushes my face
and makes the air smell sweet,
like honeydew melon.
Rolling in the bleached flour
of not yet baked bread,
I see a rainbow
of dancing clouds
smiling.
As they sing
and waltz across the skyline
I follow their steps
in my missing boots
and the fluffy coat
my mom
always made me where
on cold winter days.
The child within me smiles
with the clouds
as the adult warns about the time wasted
creating daydreams.
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