Prithee rainbow, do not go.
Thy arch perches upon the azure sky,
Only after the stormiest wind.
Knowing thy stay is short,
My sight remained upon thee.
Yet distracted by a malicious sting,
When I turn around again,
Thou art gone.
Have thee left for good?
Or shall I search a little bit more?
Friday, October 15, 2010
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