Rainbows
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Anjana Davis, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2016
Over the sky lays a magical mystery,
to us a strongly achievable history.
The big clouds we see hide the site,
of a myth that is worth a humungous fight.
When the sun comes out,
and the rain is at spout.
Out is the rainbow full of shimmer and shine,
even better than the number nine.
With colours so bright,
it will always have light.
But then goes the rain,
and the sun starts to stain.
The rainbow goes away,
until another day.