A flash of colour sails across the sky,
A thousand diamonds fall from up high.
The beams of gold pierce the gloom.
Up in the sky, high, at noon.
The spectrum burst through a tiny drop,
The white cushioned backdrop collecting the colour blot.
Making it visible for all to see.
Shining out behind the old oak tree.
This poem is present from my best friends Joely Walker who just wants reviews, please and thank you.
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