Seeing Rainbows

I would do a cartwheel if the ceiling was high enough.

Suddenly my heart is beating
And it’s for something good,
Not expecting anything
But glad for now,
Glad that rainbows
Finally became real.

A pot of gold
Doesn’t matter to me.
I have never and will never look for one.
But sometimes I cry
Because I can’t see a rainbow,

And sometimes I smile
Because one comes out.

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