THE END OF THE RAINBOW

Amarantha Françoise Dyuaaxchs


The gilt waves not into a pot.
It frames marble set with two sapphires.
Rose lips speak emotions boiling hot;
The passions of sibling fires.
A wingless angel swimming deep,
A halo slipped from glowing.
Sister's waking dreams throw over sleep,
The oathbreaker's conscience not knowing.
Helpless adoring, deadly affection,
Jealous of applause and for it.
Opposites, living refraction, reflection,
And casting back light unlit.
Desperately reaching behind, not ahead,
But refusing adamantly to be led.



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