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Over the rainbow - poem
I had a dream that I could fly,
that I was invincible to scour the sky.
Through the clouds and sea mist,
freedom I could not resist.
I was a little a girl again,
seeing life through a magnified lens.
A beautiful world, my playground,
gliding through shadows, happiness abounds.
Up in the sky, I was flying high,
such blissful pleasure I could not deny.
At the top of the mountains, the sun beamed,
over the canyons, along the stream.
My beautiful innocent world,
through the rainfall, I was in a whirl.
The smiling rainbow, red, yellow, pink and green,
full of adventure, places unseen.
The array of colours, I was filled with hope,
Across the other side, I had strength to cope.
To hunt for treasure, golden pots of opportunity,
My magical journey filled me with serenity.
I searched for the pot, but soon realised it was
just a myth—
but I found my childhood, I got my wish.