through rainwater pools of red carnival glass
I splashed through sunsets where nothing smashed
nothing was shattered
only a watercolour blur
only a whispered word
and iridescence spills into the poems
I write and I can't help it cried
the princess weeping pearls as she fled
this is what happens when you're
enchanted;
whenever God calls after you
mary angela douglas 24 march 2015
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