Today
I saw the rainbow
In a puddle
What brought it down
In a pit, it had to huddle
Did it melt with the scorching Heat of Sun
Or got washed down, with rains overrun
But even in this pitiful place
It looked beautiful, in its grace
Rainbows will always be the same
Cannot take away their colours
Their spirit or their name
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