If rainbows are so cheerful, why are they always frowning?
Rainbow,
they’re hard to come by.
Like true love,
we cherished them.
The 7 spectrum,
expressing itself.
Like the emotion,
we experienced.
The pot of gold,
at the other end.
Like our reward,
After a hard labor.
All you need,
is a little patience,
luck, and a smile.
To see it smiling back at you.
written for a friend on 9th June 2009, time 1750 at home.
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