Many-hued sparkles, crystals gleam
Haloed sun and icicles sprung from beneath
A glittering ground, magic soil
Rays of milky bleach light beaming
From the diamond-clear up above
Angel sightings on interstices
Of a cotton clouded sky
These are days of white and baby blue
Xylo melodies reverberating
From the gem caverns of my frosted mind.
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