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An etch a sketch that will not be shaken free
A pre determined pattern where you can’t see round the corner
The childlike fun soon wearing like thin ice

Crash

Land in reality
Nothing soft to cushion the blow
Harsh truths ... mistrusting eyes ... high as kite expectations

In the air
A sweet soft brush of a kiss like a welcomed breeze
On ground below
A sheltered embrace, a reminder of the warmth

Wishes like rainbows
Magical ... visible ... yet untouchable
Displays the beauty of the world ... and fragility