Turning CrystalA Poem by BotaniaColor imbues the crystal drop. Scattered, reflected color hops. As the crystal turns around a million colors will astound. Sun creates the power here of ions, eons, atmosphere. Will the crystal spin again? Only if there is a wind. Solar wind lets photons pass wondrous to a work of glass cut precisely in a way that bends unknowing light of rays.
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