Rainbow Flickers - Poem by John Roche
Shafts of rainbow's light
flood the stained windows
of last week's existence.
The radiance plays
in the shadows of my slumber,
of a new beginning.
I peel back the shutters,
exposing the dim recesses
to the new day,
and wonder what may lie in store
at the end of that rainbow.
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