My rainbow begins and ends with blue.
But beneath my surface I can be green.
Green with envy of my other colors.
Like Yellow.
Sometimes I shine so bright.
But be careful because I burn.
I burn like a red fire.
It's hot in my soul.
My blues soothe others.
A reflection of my soul.
My rain comes with a bow.
It's a gift.
lovely poem.
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