The Day The Rainbow Died Shimmering with light The air bore white, glowing raindrops Skywards and to the east A trail of fragile beauty Leading me to the rainbow There was a hush As if the world was loathe to disturb A timeless fragment of beauty I stood so in awe Drinking in colours That I forgot Death approached So slowly swift With no hue and cry Save my silent cry of Live A deathly quiet fading Every second less of this world No bleeding I could staunch No wound for me to heal Helpless watching from afar Until the clouds cleared The day the rainbow died By Title By Chronology By Category
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