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rainbows and dreams
at the end of a rainbow lies a pot of gold
it is what we believe, its what we are told
in reality its only a water mist in the sky
not unlike the tears that fall when we cry
in rainbows and dreams we like to believe,
that lovers will love you and never leave
but as the rainbows and the dreams fade
lovers leave and you are left with only pain
i have chased rainbows and dreams to only find,
no pot of gold, only heartache and lies
a rainbow is only a vision for us to behold
dreams are not forever,there is no pot of gold
This poem is brilliant. So painfully true. Life isn't as perfect as we'd all like it to turn out, and dreams don't really come true. Thanks for the wake-up call! Molten Emotion
Oh Joyce,what a sad poem full of pain and nostalgia. Sometimes we all want to cry in words just to relive the rainbows of life... A lovely poem that takes the reader on life's journeys. Regards Donkerman