Precise preparations Bold outlines dividing Reds, Blues, Yellows. Movements practiced until Gracefulness appears the natural state. Then came the rain. With each dip of a wing dripped another colorful lie into the rainbow pool gathering on the ground. Until there hovered the drab, gray truth - a moth in a field of butterflies. Composed: May 2012
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Notes from a Book Nerd 