Rainbow thought

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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