A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.

KALEIDOSCOPE

Curiosity will never cease,
Our questions,
Extensions,
Of that original quest,
For more,
Fruitfully born,
As the hand of time
Gently disturbs
The pieces,
The shapes,
The colours,
The light,
Imperceptible - almost,
Rearranging,
Tumbling,
Nudging,
Briefly settling,
Only to be propelled again,
Across the mirrors of mind,
Each instant,
A uniquely intimate dream,
A chaotic growing,
Yet all safely contained.

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