And what becomes of the rainbow
The sliver of color that never quite
Touches down
To grace the ground,
That only slides through the air
To land in the mind
Of the dreamer.
And what becomes of the child that wishes
Eyes closed tight
A smile lighting the cherub face
As hope overtakes sorrow,
Of magic that will be
If she believes.
And what becomes of those who never see
Locked in their darkness
And not quite aware
As the colors fall like rain
Upon the head
The eyes blind to the simple glow
Through rain and grey
The sun still shines
Illuminating the world
With the brilliance of the spectrum
Of all that can be.
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You’re welcome. Colorful is a great way to feel 🙂
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Thanks Benjamin, so glad you liked it. Feeling colorful these days🌈
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Magical!
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That’s very true. shivers
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It happens sometimes….darkness can be enlightening though.
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Thank you so much Janet😊 so glad you enjoyed☺️ peace and blessings🌈
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Locked in their darkness…that’s scary right there.
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Love this.
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Thank you, so glad you enjoyed🌈 rainbow days everyday I hope☺️
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One needs a rainbow to lift dreams to the universe🌈😊
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This was simply beautiful. Pondering, as you were, about the sliver of rainbow and other natural wonders.
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And finally the rainbow. 😊 🌈 Stunning poem my friend. Have a lovely day. 🌞
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