at 3am you see the rainbow

a palette of sensation flying by

rainbow colours piercing the mist

a flash of chrome and smell of rubber

racing down from the

resting place of Sylvia

a smile as broad as Norfolk

emanating from a face of

pure happiness and joy as

problems are forgotten

gone away on holiday

for now at least

the pleasure of youth

dreams of childhood of

playing peter pan

flying through grey mist

as owls, badgers and foxes

watch the girl in the

rainbow coat with droplets of

mist shimmering in hair

flowing to the stars

the smile of carefree youth

lighting up the path for

eyes to see the playfulness

of the memories of the past

gone in an instant

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