Sunshine and thunder is what we were
Sounds so contrary and conflicting
But the rainbow produced was exquisite.
Fire and gasoline is what we were
Something you’re not suppose to mix
But the flame created was fiery and intense
Matured fruit on a vine is what we were
Sometimes undesirably pungent and bitter
But it continuously made the sweetest wine
Sunshine and thunder is what we were
A beautiful rainbow is what we were
This is lovely! I like the
This is lovely! I like the style, analogies and structure nice write!
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