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I had, rainbows on my wall
when I was a boy
I always looked at clouds
trouble was
I was always looking at clouds
I often, didn’t see
the things that weren’t rainbows…
But they, did see me
Perhaps it was malice
or just jealousy
But soon my rainbows
turned monochrome
and I and the clouds
got lost in the obscurity
Of sorrows wake
And cast in the conformity
Of capitulation
That boy became a man
that could, no longer see
For many a year;
he spoke, without a voice
walked without choice
and lived without rejoice
till he no longer
seemed to be
And then one day
one very fine day
someone whispered
I see a rainbow in you
and slowly
he too, began to see
And those clouds
revealed themselves
and with his pen…
so did he
and all of the colors
from all of his rainbows
flowed from his hand
And that boy
became the man
he had always wished
to be
© 2021 Robert Trakofler
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