“A Thousand Rainbows”
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I sat by the window in a cramped and old car,
Covered in dirt, somewhat lost in its own time.
We drove towards the outer layers of the city,
Into an open space and endless roads.
I watched other cars pass by,
Or green pastures turn brown.
And as if the road had been cut,
We stop by a seemingly different world, watching waterfalls from a balcony beside the road.
The fresh air that I once had,
Kicked out of me as I sat by the window seat once more.
I held my breath tightly,
The scent of leather heating up inside and just the overwhelming heat in general- made me dizzy.
The windows sent down and cool breeze welcomes a wondrous sight,
I take a deep breath and let the air seep through my skin.
I watch the roads as we pass an island, sitting alone in the middle by itself- surrounded by something like a moat.
It was an odd structure, but I watched it as we slowly leave it behind, the colorful arcs that act as its centerpiece.
I sat back and play the images of these otherworldly structures that have found places in our world, and I look back, never seeing them again “The Island of A Thousand Rainbows”
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