A tiny bit of rainbow
there before my eyes;
after the rain,
with a little Sun,
I see a partial rainbow rise.
The colours not so vibrant,
flickering in doubt,
as to whether the Sun had started
before the rain had fizzled out.
By the Book (sic)
By the Book (sic)
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