Raining colours blessed.

Raining colours blessed.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I saw the rainbow,
the colours saw me
there was no pot of gold,
far as my eyes could see.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 27, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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