Distance; windborne rainbows transpire through envelopes of tears- ghosts long gone in the night. Dreams aspire to love, to hold, to carress, to feel the stars cross the sky into midnight light. Memories become windborne in the winter's darkness while footsteps cajole and fall within an envelope of snow. Distance -rainbows dance while we skate upon the ice of memories- dandelion stars following us in the winter wind.
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