Iron Poet, Round XIII.
Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it
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Cascades of color,
Blood like the sky
Weeping for its own end.
She bled in rainbows,
And she was the rainbow's
Daughter, and when I
Left her, I saw sunlight
In my hands.
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