Our skies were once blue Our happiness as fat as the clouds that surrounded us But then, we kept getting darker Our clouds were no longer blushing white Instead, they were heavily Grey with anger The anger that has risen between us
Everything appeared foggy, From the tears that this unrest has caused Then we rained Our pain and tension hurried away like thunder showers That left our clouds
Only then, did we realise That we will always be each other's rainbow after every storm
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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