Friends and rainbows

She turned towards me.

The shadows of summer leaves flitted across her childlike face.

Her dark sparkling eyes spoke of an entire life prematurely lived.

She whispered:

“Don’t be sad, my friend. If I could, I would stuff rainbows in a duffle bag to pull them out on gloomy days.

Because you and I, the two of us, should always have something to marvel at.

Even when the world gets really dark”.

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