“Taste The Rainbow”

Have you ever tasted pieces of a rainbow?

(7)Colors grand and bold,

Every bite’s like,

a leprechaun’s pot,

Missing its shillings piece of gold.

Folklore has unfold The sacred path,

to the many beauties rainbows hold.

At the end of each conglomerated arch,

Exist a treasure trove I’m told.

Unlike a four leave clover you‘ll find one,

especially on a blisterous,

Rainy day,

once you’ve taste,

of the colors mystical cravance,

It'll take your breath away.

Oozing with faucets,

like   levian diamonds,

And colors as bright and true,

sun ponders out,

engaged in intimate ballar with rain,

thus rendering the sky colored blue.

His duty commanded

and his presence demanded,

his guard‘s, at its low,  

Now is the time,

to manipulate your prize

and solidify who’s in full  control.

memorized, responsibility institutionalized,

to your allocated choirs, I bite!!!!

So, too maintain it's place in time

and not be replaced with rain,

 it put up no fight….

 So again I Bite, and Bite, and Bite………..

                              Jim

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