Viciously my sences are under attack
Independently they wish to react
Beautiful is how my mind looks at
raw colour from the sky's ribbon act
amazed I continue to stare
Now each colour has its own flare
Tomorrow they wil no longer be there
Rain frequently reunites raw colour
A ribbon right above to adore
I remember them, only vaguely, once gone
Nothing as vibrant as the moment I saw
Bright colour streaking through heaven's maw
Once a blue moon of the day
We admired the rare colours that came to play
Since skies lit up to create vibrant rainbows
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Poetrysome random poems mostly for competitions sometimes just for fun and 'cause I'm bored easily
