chasing after the rainbow has sprouted from earth nearing, her root shimmers bowing to the other end and i chase i chase after from end to end merrily comical-like in catching butterflies joy in reverie repetition blissed frazzled I couched beneath the arc of pure admiring the vibrant awe and without juncture she vanishes in nature's theatrics as if a sleight of hand i wonder her mystery until the next rained rendezvous | |
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