Unicorns of purple
Skies bright blues
Sun a radiant red
Smiles a colourful view
The reflections, refractions
Light travelling in a path
One direction or more
Untouchable, unscathed
Why do we fall
In love with such iridescence?
Why do kids swoon
In presence of these lights?
Their eyes capture
The beauty of the moment
Their eyes ignore
Our infinite darkness,
our eternal night
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