sound glints tangling intricate
patterns
ribbons of
red
orange
blue
above our nodding sun-warmed heads
bound
by the spell of
strummed
rhythm
and
sung harmony
and words so fresh and ancient
reaching back
to dance of the gods
and forward to the exploding nebula
as chords crash fireworks
of love
above
and we look up
tears brimming
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