Rainbow
Riding on the back of an angel
travelling on a beam of light,
searching for the end of the rainbow
which always seems to be out of sight.
It seems to appear out of nowhere
but it’s colours are always the same,
and it comes mostly after a rainfall
so I think that accounts for it’s name.
A phenomenon created by nature
at least that’s what i’ve been told,
and i’ve heard at the end of the rainbow
is a magical pot of gold.
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