Too Late

I wanted to write about chasing rainbows, But someone told of its beauty before me. I wanted to tell of star filled skies, The mystic milky way, of sand castles Build ny lovers on a hot summer day, and The evening tide washing those dreams away... Ah! someone wrote of it before me. I wanted to write a new rhyme of love, About hearts and flowers, the heavens above, Yet, someone wrote of it, before me.