A rainbow with no rain,
Honestly, a strange thing,
Do you just call it a bow,
Or is it a sign of hope,
Can't say I've ever seen it before,
Can say I'd like to see it some more,
A rainbow with no rain,
Clouds part, and give way,
The Sun boasts the end of the day,
Colors decide to shine anyway.
-D.O.
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Through Weathered Eyes
PoetryThis book will contain poetry, prose, musings, and songs. Throughout a life of consistent chaotic circumstances, one's mind must manipulate mechanically to adapt. These words are what is heard between the creaking of the gears. There is no theme or...
