Imagine a kaleidoscope through the eyes of a child,
colors and shapes twisting into realms that almost make sense.
But what if the kaleidoscope splintered, each shard reflecting
truths too unsettling for the faint-hearted?
Does a butterfly know its colors when it soars,
or is it blind to its own beauty?
In the stillness of twilight,
shadows dance.
Colors sing hush and fade in rosy echoes.