A Sun shower led to one question,
Does a rainbow ever end?
My distant Rose came into mind,
my neighbour and good friend.
So many beautiful linear colours,
personifies this rainbow’s shine,
My radiant Rose glows so bright,
to form one new golden line.
I fondly remember that gentle mist,
upon our shoulders, head and hands;
I no longer walk with my dear friend,
until we meet again in other lands.
Although I miss my lovely Rose,
a great story surely must be told;
a rainbow shines much brighter now,
with a new colour of Rose Gold.
But finding where this rainbow ends,
shall always be a part of history;
I reach out to touch her golden ray,
and complete this old mystery.
Next time, watch those sun’s rays,
touch her tears of happiness;
A golden rainbow, with a Rose gold ray,
is a gift for all to bless.
Or when you seek that pot of gold,
beneath her golden line;
Just remember, in every rainbow,
you will see her love divine.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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