a million facets, ever-changing
never still, never captured
by eyes or otherwise
~ the kaleidoscope of him only grows ~
holding its secrets close
it flies free, reveling
and she’s left, still wondering
I will forever be left fascinated by kaleidoscopes, and the people who make kaleidoscopes seem simple. This is my attempt at a Puente, a modern poetry form, for dVerse.
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