The Rainbow of the Pot of Gold

Feet formed to soil, as she sways thoughtlessly. Hair undulates with the wind. A gold coin weighs in her blue pocket. In the distance a rainbow crosses. The end is in her sights.

But her eyes are stuck on the rainbow itself, it’s tranparent form that draws dreamers’ eyes.

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