The rainbow of friendship
This is a poem I wrote some time ago.
Long ago, I've heard this said somewhere,
Perhaps within the pages of a fairy-tale.
I've heard that at the end of every rainbow,
There's a pot of gold tied with a bow.
Yesterday I saw one arch across the skies
And wanted to see the gold with my own eyes;
But when I got to the other side, to my surprise,
I saw no pot, no golden prize.
To my utter amazement, I saw you
You looked at me and smiled, a smile so true...
So I smiled too.
I do not know if rainbows end in pots of gold
But I know that from this day on I have your hand to hold
And every time a smile breaks upon your face
A rainbow sparkles and leaves its trace...
Upon my heart.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old who is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed be the blade that was broken: The crownless again shall be king.
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