It’s a mixture of happiness and sadness
With a blend of reds, oranges and yellows
In a ribbon of color.
The blues and the greens tangle themselves within
Like a misty arch of wonder
And a little twist of shine.
It never shows a pinch of hate
Like the desperate world surrounding it.
Each and every pixel of its wonder waiting to be seen.
Yet it vanishes all too fast
As the sun peaks through the tears of the clouds
And lightens he air with a bold ray of optimism.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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