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Kaleidoscope Dream
by
Andrew Craven
Written by Andy, my wonderful son, when he was 12 years old
As I sit and get mesmerised,
I dream about what I see.
I see paper,
I see glass,
From one big mess,
To a perfect paradise of colours.
Slowly…
As I turn the tube,
The coloured patterns tumble and turn,
I stare and see the same,
The same,
The same everywhere.
Jewels of coloured light slide,
They slide into a mysterious shape.
Suddenly…
Everything goes black.
Hey! What happened?
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