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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1968408
I looked around and had to ask myself Where is my pot of gold?
Where is my pot of gold?




I found my rainbow after one of my life’s storms. I followed the colors and searched for the tale of gold.



I followed the ray of red, opening my heart to love people I wanted to hate.

I followed the ray of orange, kneeling at a false altar.

I followed the ray of yellow, battling with my own good nature.

I followed the ray of green, respecting other lives, while dying inside.

I followed the ray of blue, staying loyal to those who cheated me

I followed the ray of violet, severed my time and energy.



I followed this rainbow, to get to the gold

I thought I was doing right, I thought it was worth something.



But then I look around and saw my rainbow fading away with the sounds of storm.

I looked around and had to ask myself “Where is my pot of gold?”

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