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Friday, 6 January 2017

The Rainbow

I touched the gold at the end,
Caressed the softness,
Inhaled the fragrance,
Felt silk upon my lips.
The gold is not mine,
It never was,
It never can be,
But I have touched the gold
At the end of a rainbow,
And my heart bleeds;
Bleeds with sorrow,
Bleeds with joy.

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