A rainbow speaks without a sound,
A land of all colors,
Touching sky and ground.
An intangible beacon of light and hope
That appears most often right after a storm.
A bit of magic in a normal world,
It comes and goes like the breath of life.
Temporary and immortal in one,
A sign of hope, of love divine.
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Some magical thoughts on the nature of our world and the human experience and oh to heck with it, just whatever I feel like writing about :)
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