Three rainbows appeared
One in the lake one above
The mountains forming an eye
And one unnoticed at first
Just visible above us all
Except there is no one there
Unless you count the photographer
And the faces on the stones
Yellow along the shore
Would it be a sacrilege
To plunge into that water
To bathe in its colors
To disturb this peace
With shouts of joy
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