After rain, the seven colors,
Stretching a mile, under the sunshine,
And forming a magnificent sight,
Thee calling it a rainbow;
A rainbow shines,
Only after a heavy rain,
Thy swept away,
The dross in the sky;
So also thee patterns of life,
Becoming visible, after a delirious time,
Thy washes away,
Illusions of sight, delusions of mind;
A time, separating,
Wheat from chaff, good from bad,
A time, when,
One is at his own, to pay the price!
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