The rainbow has only seven colors,
Yet paints the sky, serene elegance,
A rose pricks with the thorns it has,
Then heals with its sweet fragrance.
Like the rainbow, the little you have,
May be, all that you will ever have,
And yet, all that you will ever need,
To breathe life, into what you need.
Like the rose, the good aids the bad,
Find ways to be happy, don't be sad,
Thorns remind, struggle to the petals,
Petals wrap the happiness one holds.
"Rainbows And Roses"
Drew_Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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