Chasing Rainbows, chasing dreams
Nothing is ever what it seems.
Above the rooftops and into the sky,
an evil deception, a trick of the eye.
Disappearing down out of the rain,
no two alike, no two the same.
An illusion, a spectrum of color and grace
standing in grandness, taking up space.
Traveling the colors, beginning to ascend,
Following contours, on the path to the end.
Copyright © 1995 Imagination Station
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