As it has always been
And will ever be
To your light I bow
Though hidden, unseen
No secret to me
Paint it over again
Constancy falls in shape
Colors liquidly form
Sharpened in lens
Fantastic dreamscape
Unusual is the norm
Things happen in time
Queerer than we suppose
Or will ever know
Whirling life, sublime
Thorns protect the rose
But scented breezes blow
©️🧿Kiku Koibito poem/image 2020
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