At the End of the Rainbow

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I was a little kid,

reading books,

listening to my grandpa and grandma,

telling stories about the rainbow.

I was fond of it,

I was even sharing it,

Drawing about it even if I am not good in painting it.

With different colors I shaded, still thinking if pots of gold can be found.at the end of it.

Years passed and it was clear,

That it was God's creativity that He created that Dear,

A sign of promise that humans will no longer have to bear,

A huge flood that wiped out everything but not all humans really care.

If I can reach the very end of the rainbow,

And find a pot of gold that will remember me and you,

I will create a promise that will last forever and true,

Full of love and inspiration that will prosper till eternity with you.

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