On this rainbow an arrow has been released
By the flowers that grow on grass, passing their tests
As rain does, within the spring and summer meanings,
Seeds are seen according to bleeding veins of light.
Suns are like tulips as they die and persevere
Forming into daffodils and primroses, so severely
Intact with buds lacking, responding to guises
Tonight as well.
This umbrella of the night feeds me with daylight
Once the sweetness of the moon has received
An extra blessing, too mightier than the rest
Of creation at its best.
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