Thoughts and emotions.

I keep my window open for a rainbow's eyes.

The rainbow is too high to notice my ride.

There is always a sad rhyme on any autumn's tongue.

Any miracle is invented to be a short line.

Nothing has been invented to capture a puddle to wipe.

No autumn is ever sudden as an old year has to slide.

O, miracle, you are a fable invented to be bright!

A nude foot may seek a shoe in a buried pile.

A root is nude or nothing without its flower's smile.

A rainbow whispers something but its voice gets lost in the sky.

O, miracle! Will you capture me or are you a bit shy?

O, rainbow! Will you be my smashed lamp's glass?

I seem to have heard so many autumns' rhymes.

Will a shirt be a bandage for a nude spine?

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