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Chasing the dream..


Submitted:Mar 13, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Strength of the rainbow

finally waned

Colours departed

trace of gold remained

Lace strained rain

began to settle

I gathered in my arms

the precious metal

Heavy I struggle

to remove from the scene

Every nugget

that sparkled clean

With skip and whistle

popped cork and drank

Dragging our haul

to the vaults of our bank





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