What gives it power makes it change its mind At each extreme, and lean its rising rain Down low, first one and then the other way; In which exchange humility and pride Reverse, forgive, arise, and die again, Wherefore it holds at both ends of the day The rainbow in its scattering grains of spray. Anonymous submission.
Added: 30 Sep 2002 | Last Read: 30 Aug 2008 4:13 PM | Viewed: 2485 times
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