Ouroboros

​You sprinkle a cloud of water, and then you spray the sun through that airborne prism. Suddenly you get a technicolour serpent, arcing through the evening sky. 

Then you blend it with the mood of your twilight, and you craft and weave it into a memory that will give your weary heart some strength. Who says we cannot write our own myths?

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