1
The rainbow is my favorite color
Her beauty radiates upon the cloud
Dressed like a man wearing a talisman
Savoring the scent of the sweet airs,
A mirage because the rain won’t fall after all
2
There sits the rainbow across the firmaments
Watching quietly, observing the rules of the airs
Belittling the heights of the hills and mountains
Shading the greenery with a new look of aura
One to be seen in a long while, a perfect acquaintance
3
The green is spirogyric, fading with the suns heat
The blues are epileptic, exploding without remorse
The yellows invisible, trying to hide from the group
And the red, painful, like a heartbroken soul
The colors mingle with one another, raising hopes
The green fields of wheat turn gold with time
The dirt path glowing each time the rain goes
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