If you crouch down by the staircase
And look to the door
There's a certain spot
You may have to crane your neck
But when you find it
Through the peephole
Comes
A whirlwind of light and color
Almost blinding
Feathered on the edges
More hues than you've ever seen
Blending, swirling, dancing
Sparkling
Brilliant
It's like finding you.
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