I stood watching out my window
As the nighttime became dismissed
The clouds and sky started out to glow
There was no location now to hide caught among the floating clouds
The solar’s rays exchange and streak
As if the colors from the east are sent via holes that height
Every morning the mirrored image
Of the sunrise lighting fixtures the sky
Reversing every night whilst
The solar sets and daylight hours dies
Each day appears very one of a kind
The clouds aren't the same planes and birds poke holes
As if they’re playing video games
These days without a caution
The sky opened like a door
It began with a vivid mild
I’ve never visible earlier than
A really perfect rainbow from stop to stop
Despatched chills all through my spine
I’m positive there is a pot of gold
I needed it can be mine
What triggered the morning sky to glow
And paint this photograph, so I stared there frozen to the middle wondering, do I really want to know?
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