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Orange streams flowing to the right
red-orange streams to the left nice and bright
a little bit of white to blend into the shadows becoming night
the yellow portrait of the woman holding the light
man of fire holds every sound to cover the sight
bubbles like small domes pushing through with all their might
smashing into the green scene with a fight
several smaller bubbles now in flight
hiding behind the eyes of the sun keeps everything in the lens of the searchlight.
Drips of orange fall to a stop like a painted hand waiting for a candle to ignite
splashes of red-orange in the air like being given a very startling fright
the dimmed line of white and blue creating a wave of sound to paralyze the night
a swirling circle of evidence to show the once daylight
waiting for the author to write
stories of solitude in the shadows behind the eyes of the sunlight
drinking my sprite
watching the world while flying my dented red diamond shaped kite
a mirrored large world hiding behind the eyes of the sun.
The large wall of bright white surrounding light is missing a bite
changing over to the darker shaded time with everyone bringing out the flashlights
burning fires in the dark at the campsites
wasting no time taking in the view filled with delight
roasting marshmallows for the nightly highlight
voices carrying peaceful melodies to match the moonlight
snakes slithering quietly by without giving any person a snakebite
everyone sitting upright
eyes glued to the painted blanket of colors racing around tonight
the canvas sitting untouched with the painted candlelight
building materials placed next to the closest building site
all these things can be seen like watching on a movie screen from behind the eyes of the sunlight.
There are no enemies when hiding behind the eyes of the sun
many days pass full of new things to see creating an imagination filled game of fun
full of lots of space to grow and run
hiding behind the eyes of the sun
a place where the breeze is always warm with each day
a place where the world shines differently out of a book of a made up play
growing statues made of colors without clay
hiding behind the eyes of the sun on such a calming day.