A rainbow sits
seven colours
and it looks like their ok
comfortable , content , friends even
appearing to be peaceful side by side
in the soft sky
singing of a happy sparkling sun
and lighthearted tender tears
each acting on their own
being themselves
happiness and tears talk together
shining smiling crying and letting go
and so the rainbow rises to the sky
familiar friends
in a place they’ve become used to
standing in the sky when the timings right
when it’s meant to be
they meet by the soft sun
and pieces of falling rain
because of those two they can stand where they are
showing their true rainbow self
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Author:
Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: July 19th, 2024 10:04
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
How very comforting. 🌹
What a wonderful gift ito see a rainbow, and how vividly you have described the colors, breathing life into them with the stroke of a key. Beautifully written!
Hi Bella .. Thankyou 🙂 appreciate the lovely comment
Rainbows are a beautiful gift. After the rain an arc of colour. If you are lucky a pot of gold at the end if it:) I enjoyed my visit.
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