I'm seeing rainbows
And pots of gold
Before me,
A myriad of illusions
Carefully unfolding
Like Oz before the land
Unbelieving
Unconvinced;
The magic
Lost in translation,
A sun shining
Even in an overcast day;
Happiness not so distant
After eons of pain,
Does my sight betray me?
That I can not trust myself
To embrace the joy due me?
Have I shed enough sorrow
That I now can only laugh?
The promise
Of a bright tomorrow
Finally beckons;
And I'm inclined
To accept...

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