That day we got up
after what I thought
was a perfect spring
and you said you were
leaving me for the storm
cloud down the street.
It’s always something.
Sunshine on my tongue
walking through your rain,
and there in the distance,
some fine handsome colors
are coming my way.
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THE DAILY ROUND 
What a magnificent rainbow!
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A lovely, mysterious poem! Wow, that sky sure looks menacing! Stunning rainbow. Love and hugs to all.xxx
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Thank you, Snowbird. Yes, that was quite a cloud heading our way when I took that photo! I liked the speaker’s spunky attitude towards reversal/disappointment in this poem. She came to relieve me of some of the gloom the daily news offers. 👍
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Yes, it’s always something 🙂 Good verse and photos!
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Thank you, Tracy. That’s very kind of you and so appreciated!
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