A man is chasing the colours of rainbow, is the traveller, having no destination to stop, because rainbow can never be caught. It is the reflection, reflection of our life, reflection of our love, passion, reflection of all of our goods, our reflection, given by the mercy of Sun.
It is endless dream, it is the colours, emerges amongst us, without any clear description. It is the colours that feeds our love our gratitude to the land that we grew up, on the bosom of mother, it is nature.
The colours in our mind, in our heart , in our soul, in us , cherished by love, it is the chase that lays on a road , decorated by the colours. The colours we feel, The colours we perceive, the colours shaped by love, above the boundaries set, in proportion with the horizons of imagination, each of us could have , differently, as the gift of mother nature.
It stands on the dark grey sky as the reflection of Sun. Bowed colours spreading love for the mercy of sun. It stands at a distance of hug and at a distance of infinite run, which is so close and so far at the same time.
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