Streamers

Pushing streamers with my hands
Hearing their everything sound speak softly to me
Pictures in my head
Seeing sparkling light speaking out to me
Seeing streamers with my eyes
Seeing their every picture paint softly to me
Sounds in my ears
Hearing chimes drawn out to me
Thinking about her, softly gliding those hands
Imagining her, eagerly listening to those sounds
Streamers in her hands, understanding moments are real

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