There were four
Rainbows on lona
And a shooting star
Above my home its
Bright flame a wordless
Message given, and the
Rainbows my personal
Soundless sign that my life
And all my striving to
Forgive myself is
Right and just, will,
In time, their
Mute lips say, be fatefully
Reconciled to all its
Happenstance and peace will,
Wordfully, stay.
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