the seven days
have seven colors
that chase each other
in and out of clouds
skip with the sun
rumba through rain
fly with by the wind
my life runs
back and forth
along this old rainbow
luckily nighttime
has its own hue
and break from routine
when it’s dark and quiet
I don’t feel my age
and dreams are pitstops
even time must make
it sleeps at my feet
with one eye open
never tiring of the sight
of a full moon
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