The Rainbow - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
The bow of rainbow
But you could see it
Only in clouds.
The clouds drip their tears on earth,
And what you see then?
From tears our soul far
Could build the bridge to higher sky...
Another verse on rainbow I see.
One day I've seen not only one.
But seven rainbows were like the seven strips,
Thogh the full of them were only three.
The other seemed to be as pieces
Of great play of the Nature gown.
And three - is that we could percieve in life so easy,
The other four - is somewhat mystical.
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