to look Up at our ceilings
wooden blades cut air in circles
air in circles waft curtains across the window
curtains across the window leave my eyes blinded
my eyes blinded by the beauty of rainbows coloring the sky
rainbows coloring the sky remind me of summer nights
remind me of summer nights so that I never forget
that I never forget to love
to love
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I love the effect of the repetition here, it takes me back to too many nights spent in similarly cyclical thought – you captude that experience perfectly!
Is it just me or does anyone else feel dizzy after reading this? Great poem!
So very well done!