01/02/08

Rainbows on the Wind

Rare is there red
The color of omens
Bleeding through ivory

Of orange skies
Only seen at sunsets
Warming the soul

Yet there is yellow
Bright in the morning sky
Yielding to all that was

Great is the green
That is Mother Earth
Polluted by time

But there is always blue
The color of oceans
Forever a mystery

In pockets of indigo
The heavens wash through
Endless horizons

Very peculiar is violet
The clouds in winter
Giving visions of hope

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