Rainbows are magical, it’s a cliché if I may.
promises, wishes I pray.
they’re a portal
To a better world for those of us who are mortal.
If blue birds fly, why oh why can’t I?
I had a dream.
Rainbows are magical. So they say.
Unicorns, kittens and the sparkling ray.
Somewhere over the rainbow, I heard a song
The dreams that I dare to dream,
I spy, with my little eye
Why, why you gotta be so mean?
Once in a lullaby, I heard that Rainbow’s are magical.
So she sings. He grows wings.
Magical, Magical, Magical things.
About the Author
Sarina often sat on the peaks of the dunes of Southern Africa watching the ocean tide drift in. A daydreamer, often dreaming up stories for lands somewhere over the rainbow. She is a mother, a wife, a blogger and an overall creative spirit. Above all, she is a human being.
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