high above on clouds
I saw such lustrous sight
reflecting wondrous arch
from the sun's delight
I may not see the end
I shall not be so blind
as the magic from heaven
brought by God into my front
in tint from pink to gold
I lift my hand in cold
rain washes my face
tears come along in grace
picture-perfect caught by eye
you, rainbow, and sun shines by
burdens are now gone
through eyes where I belong on
feelings now gone odd
love, that's what they called
gift after pouring rain
came to mend endless pain
spark is in your eyes
warmth is in your smiles
wishing that we'd be more
as I knock the locked door.
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