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She danced across the sidewalk
 Her tiny boots splashing the puddles of color
 Blue, pink, green, yellow
 Her pigtails smudged with paint
 Brown, blonde, black, red
 She dances through the rainbow rain.

 He walks to work, leaden, heavy
 His shoes are black, but polished
 With red, and orange, and yellow
 His hat is dark blue and his coat is green
 His smile is coal, traced in red, 
His face white, with eternal teardrops
 Etched on his face. 

 The boy and girl, young, shy
 Their hands delicately intertwined with strands of purple
 Strings of yellow electricity
 Jumping from heart to heart
 Red raindrops fall up from the sidewalk
 Gravitationally drawn to them
 Tracing their faces before flying away.

 The seagull collides with clouds of orange 
His wing tips blue and wispy
 His beak green as the sea
 Purple fog tints his stomach
 As he tumbles through aqua wind My window only filters mango light
 My ceiling the color of honey
 The air above the floor is black
 The space beneath the ceiling is white
 And everything in between covers my body
 In rainbow rain.
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May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 10:55 AM UTC
Rainbow Rain
She danced across the sidewalk
 Her tiny boots splashing the puddles of color
 Blue, pink, green, yellow
 Her pigtails smudged with paint
 Brown, blonde, black, red
 She dances through the rainbow rain.

 He walks to work, leaden, heavy
 His shoes are black, but polished
 With red, and orange, and yellow
 His hat is dark blue and his coat is green
 His smile is coal, traced in red, 
His face white, with eternal teardrops
 Etched on his face. 

 The boy and girl, young, shy
 Their hands delicately intertwined with strands of purple
 Strings of yellow electricity
 Jumping from heart to heart
 Red raindrops fall up from the sidewalk
 Gravitationally drawn to them
 Tracing their faces before flying away.

 The seagull collides with clouds of orange 
His wing tips blue and wispy
 His beak green as the sea
 Purple fog tints his stomach
 As he tumbles through aqua wind My window only filters mango light
 My ceiling the color of honey
 The air above the floor is black
 The space beneath the ceiling is white
 And everything in between covers my body
 In rainbow rain.
sonja-eliason
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May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 10:55 AM UTC
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