It looks not that far, the treck to her colors
yet the distance is growing, as I move ever closer
I see not the end, as it hides o'er the hill
It's the rainbow of colors that can never be still
The rainbow of colors, The blending, the scene
The days lovely glory, Pinks, yellows, and greens
The reaching to touch gives one such a thrill
the hope for illusion, I'm drinking my fill
T'is thirsty I am, when I feel the rain
T'is the wait for the end, and the rainbow again
Karen 9/14/05
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