Little laughter's song,
Swirls around rainbow sculptures...

Moving bubble like...

Comparing Brexit
to a Winter flurry caused...

+ + + + + +
+ R.I.P...

broken never means
destroyed when the inner-child...

Where do the tears go
When they roll away...

Scrubbing hands non stop,
using bleach and a hard brush...

Suffering pictures bleed black and white,
Visions now ebb from waking sight...

~~~~~~~o~
atlantis ahead...

Reflected reality
Serenity sings from blue bayou...

Upon my arm I wear my heart
Its tears run red, my grief runs fast...

Fingers tips feel their way, searching, searching...
Like a scent on the wind, my fragrance whispers...