I climbed to to the treetop
smiling in childish play
like a new love chasing romantic rainbows
after the long unending rain
Reaching my arms through
intertwined with other branches
I finally grasped the tallest bow
and sadly realized
as I pulled it closer to me
the object of my anticipation
affection and curiosity
was not anything like a cloud...
Just a deceptive reflection
of a passing hope
now falling softly to the ground
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