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They peek out behind The clouds. And show their pretty
Others must seek their rainbows for the treasures that they hold, but darling, you are my rainbow and your love....my pot of gold.
They always say the after a storm, there's always a  rainbow
  where is it it that glows Brighter, to the one with F scars under Seven screams to the face Red. it is knees weak, creatures left to shame Orange. (Inside) fire lies sparks of Hope
Is it possible to see the outlines of a rainbow,
Life is full of, what if`s? and how comes? instead of moving toward the future people are stuck in the past look for a brighter darkness if theres any light at all you see a speck of hope
You hear it all the time The cliched,  "There are only two types of people in the world..." But the world is more than just black and white
There’s a faded, torn pictureMy grandma lovingly tapedOf the day she stood in front of old AbeAnd with thousands of othersCheered for a dreamA dream full of hopeThat we wouldn’t see
Red teaches love in all of its forms,
A scent to clear the mind, A sound that can heal much, Blessed are those who feel the rain Without the sense of touch.
My eyes are green My makeup is black My hair is blonde And my thoughts are back ………………………… My soul is blue
  Watch the rain drizzle downIt threatens to ne'er endBut all wounds someday healAnd wings will always mend
The Sky Insisting to reflect what is inside of me Darkened it's clouds to night Pouring out my grief; The trees bowed and trembled beneith it's power; I turned my face up to accept it's companionship
Cut me a red thread Like the Chinese belief it will connect us.   Cut me an orange thread To illustrate the bursts of love I first felt for you.
I become blue as I think of you, but as I get to know You I fall deeper in Love. My sky is no longer blue because each day as the sun rises so do I.
Brilliant before my open eyes, shinning high up in the skies. after the rain and sun embrace, a rainbow forms before my face.
Living in a world full of skeptics, I still find myself staring longingly into the distance. I still find myself dreaming more than I consider reality. I have my head stuck in the clouds.
Black curtains take center stage Throughout the midday sky Storm clouds take a bow Lightning flashes introduce my debut While thunder roars like a drum roll Making sure my presence will not be ignored
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