Rainbow

My circle of reason is

refracted by the sun,

In a full spectrum of colors

is my portrait

Unfoldiong in red and

bowing in purple

There Is no end but

Hope of a pot of gold

Bending is my season and

when im bold

I enlist sailors at night,

True to my testament,

you implore me,

Because I Promise of no flood

in my glory


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