A rainbow in the desert, a garden in the sky.
A teeming, colored, spectral arc, that spans from eye to eye.
A neon light protruding, from an ancient pot of gold.
An ever flitting butterfly, that escapes this mortal's hold.
Ah, white clouds thou art fancy, formalled puffs of snow,
But even silvered radiance, could never match the glow,
Of a rainbow in the desert, 'neath covenant colored skies,
An ever stri-ped canopy, for dreams that will not die.
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