In a land of wonders and silver springs
The sky reflected clouds with fluffy golden wings
Rows of crystal glistened in stages of rapture
Elysium in glimpses, the breeze did capture
But there too were roads of asphalt
That would never once break or be tempted to swerve
Even in moments and matters of clamour
It wouldn't let go and hassle every nerve
The Lifes* were happy in wired routine
Glassy armour with a ruptured grass screen
Air of lavender smelled of sulphur and some ore
Fragrance of breath distilled with metal of gore
But on a day like any other, a slant leaf fluttered
A peachy day of change, as cloud of gems muttered
Pearly drops of tiny prisms colored the thirsty air
Like a million stained glass sheets of iridescent flair
The managed sky broke into a downpour of liquid light
Not muddied or muddled brown gray of hidden plight
The sun awakened the colors that one could ever see
Not peeking behind fluff clouds anymore, it melted with glee
For days and days of chaos and peace that mattered
The earth bathed in rainbows, with plastic rules shattered
It breathed of fresh flowers and trees that swayed
A little raw, a little flawed, like a star remade
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* Lifes is intentional. Though the plural of lifes is lives, here (with a uppercase L) it is meant to be Lifes.
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