through the sun and back again

in the rays of the pale sun
under the white sky, a droplet
of melting snow is a rainbow
semaphore, signalling
the brevity of time
and time alone, to be remembered;
a collection of shards of reminiscences
inhabiting the world of now, and ever so
astray;

[it is]
a vivacious reminder
that all the white colours
must contain a rainbow
transparent with joy,
cutting with sorrow
over the less fine moments
down the memory lane;

a little diamond of hydrogen oxide.
a drop of light.
a candle of memory.

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