I once dreamt of flying over the rainbow,
But reality has tarnished the glow,
For the little love I've ever had
Dared not ascend the halo;
I gave all that I had to give,
Bled dry! ...with slight care to live,
Emptied of every drop of hope,
By conscienceless, cruel motives!
Still sometimes, I dream alone at night,
Musing, 'What if there was someone right,
'Who'd lift me up, on her gossamer wings-
'And lovingly, fly beyond rainbow's height? '
-Sinclair-
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