I saw four rainbows in one single day,
as if the sky refused to look away.
Each arc appeared like a quiet sign,
soft miracles bending space and time.
The first said breathe, the second believe,
the third whispered grief still leaves.
The fourth arrived, bold, wide, and true—
as if hope itself finally broke through.
I stood there small beneath painted light,
held by color, forgiven by sight.
Four rainbows in one turning sun—
the world reminding me I’m not done. 🌈
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