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The Rainbow
The light streams down, particles free like the joyful splashes of water
against the edges of a mountain gorge.
Its touch heals us.
That light.
It left its home up in the heavens, that immense glowing flame of
liquid fire that scorches and destroys but at the same time brings light
with a tender kiss.
It multiplies our food.
Yes, that light.
It sets off on its funeral march through black clouds insulting, their
raindrops like daggers stabbing, scattering.
A violent blow.
Red.
The fan of colors outspread tells us the story of diversity's unity that
from the beginning has ever existed.
It takes from us our mask of blindness.
We see.
From the other side of the blurry window pane, the story of death
turned to lively color calls us with tender passion.
Reconciliation.
Won’t you come too?
