we did not notice
the stained glass moments
that filled our shadows
with vivid possibilities
tinted with shared longing
simple and not offering
promises of a pot of gold
but only striated threads
that could have lead to
so many paths
we could have colored
together.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A different view of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Beautiful write, those times together are worth more than gold.
Thank you!
Perfectly lovely.... and the perfect song to go with it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1bFr2SWP1I
So sad he is gone!
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