Puddles

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Soft raindrops slowly fall

Into your porcelain-white eyes

Not salty tears of dark gloom at all

But of pure jubilance and remise

Now all I see are sky blue puddles

In your twinkling bright pupils

And fragile colourful rainbows filled

Mirages flashing, peaceful, distilled.

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