Hand in hand

I wished I could walk around the rainbow
and get a glimpse from an angle.
I despised the frontal view,
I didn’t want to face the blue.

So I walked and walked,
always hoping for some change
and when I looked at the colors
it was always the same range.

The next thing I remember is
parts of the sky that were blue
being covered by my wishes
and the sun not shining through.

It all turned gray
and the rainbow disappeared,
I’ve never seen anything blue again
or of any color since that year.


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2017-07-09T00:59:10+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |