Euphoric beauty,

like rainbows

catching fire

in the snow.

Coloured rain -

diamond sparkle,

precious

for a single moment.

We try to capture

the treasure,

never to be

in our possession.

They become vacant

at our touch,

sinking, dying

into the greyness

of the floor.

Lost

to a poisoned world.

-

13/02/2008

©2008 Fluff