Early dew on cobweb strings,
tempting the wind to shake ‘em off,
trinkets of light fills up the doorways,
and all that’s left, are rainbow hues.
Pretending not to care,
pretending not to know,
caught in the cobwebs of life;
we so easliy let go,
the bright sunshine dripping through the shades.
we so easliy forget,
that we chased the clouds over the hill,
so that one fine day, over the greens,
we would be the rainbows that once filled the skies.
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