Pot of Gold

Pot of Gold

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I saw a rainbow painting the sky, I grab my bag with my staff inside. Stories says there's a pot of gold that lies, At the end of a rainbow and so I tried. After a long journey, I found it last. A pot of gold what a blast! So here it is, I share it to you. Enjoy it just like I do. Hi guys! Here's a collection of poems that I personally write. Enjoy reading!
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Everything that glitters ain't gold & everything that shines ain't silver. There's not always a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. But a rainbow will always appear after every shower of rain. It's not always noticeable because the beauty of it is way over our heads. But the fact that the rainbow is an illusion of beauty of mother nature. What is natural beauty? What is beauty inside and out? What does it mean when someone thinks your perfect when you're not? Is it the confusion you get when looking at the rainfall while the sun beats its way through just to see you? *PROCEED READING THIS STORY WITH CAUTION*

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