Delicate silver lattice,

a thin veil of gauze

raindrops sparkle and glisten as they slide over the silken threads of sky.

small, tinkling noises are heard-

bells on a misty morning-

as they fall,

almost dream-like, dreamworld, dreaming while awake.

just broken and yet held together by the uneven clatter of a keyboard and tired fingers,

like mice dancing on diamonds.

--By Yue Lin.

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