On the way…

I met a boy of Thunder,

His voice crackled I’m the night sky,

In the midst of a storm.


I met a girl of Snow,

Her skin as pale as ice,

Her lips scarily blue and thin.


I met a lady of Flower,

Her poppy seed eyes sliced throughout the crowd,

while her sunflower dress flowed behind her.


I met a man called Rainbow,

His head always in a cloud,

his pupils shone like a beam of white light.


I met a lady called Rain,

Her eyes dripped of salty tears,

Her blue-grey skirt soaking with teardrops.

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