Chasing A Rainbow

Chasing A Rainbow long poem

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On a cloudy rainy day,
In a maroon shirt
Off white trousers,
Tightly fit,
She was chasing a rainbow,
And the clouds were laughing,
But she was not afraid,
A rainbow was in her hands,
A rainbow of dreams,
In the thirsty eyes,
A rainbow of love,
In the virgin heart,
And the rainbow of her soul,
Was chasing her throughout,
But she was unaware,
She was walking all alone,
Chasing mirage of a rainbow,
She started jogging,
She started running,
She slipped on the roads,
Umbrella was broken,
Her eyes in the dark,
She was unconscious,
When she came to her senses,
She found herself,
In the arms of a rainbow,
That was chasing her throughout,
But she was unaware,
And the rainbow smiled,
Kissed her and whispered,
I am your complement,
We were one,
We are one once again,
And when the night was past,
And she saw the mirror,
She could not find herself,
She saw in the mirror,
A beautiful rainbow!

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J.rid
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Beautiful, she had it all along. So maybe the journey itself taught her something.?
Lovely I enjoyed reading.

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