… and now she fears rainbows.

Showing pure grace in every shade. Then fading away as quickly as they came.

From the first to the last, it’s always the same.

Emulating peace.



Then they’re gone.

So strip the palette of pigments.

Time drips of acetone.

Please, just take the rainbow and the pot of gold.

She waits for forever love from a heart that beats in monochrome.

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