I love the vibrant colors
I love the illusion,
That happiness exists
I need to find out,
What the rainbow keeps hidden
I follow it to the end
Where nothing awaits
So I wait and watch
For this rainbow is magic
I can feel its aura about
I must just sit and wait...
Who is coming?
She is coming
Who is she?
She is my internall agony
and where the love of my heart lies
She walks to me
and we embrace
This is the rainbow's gift
She is my mother
She is also my pot of gold
Author notes
1-IN YOUR OWN MIND, WHAT DO YOU PICTURE
AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW OTHER THAN A POT OF GOLD?
A contest entry
- Ages 12 and under: THE END OF THE RAINBOW by Sky Prince Ireland.
500 points, ended April 29, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is very very beautiful and truly one's mother is more beautiful and wonderful than a pot of gold!
but why is she your "internal agony"??
Well done and congrats on the Silver,
Keep on writing,
Nooni
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Very nice. Thanks for entering my contest.
Good luck.
Brian
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