Waltzing high above in the dark, ominous clouds
Drifting far away from the maddening crowds
Dreaming of the myriad colours of the rainbow
Amidst the thunder roll, I don’t feel the cold wind blow.
Clouds unleash their restlessness and fury
With longing and anger, making the vision blurry
And yet I feel the present joy, the future hope
With all the sorrows, I can bravely cope.
No more I dwell in the pits of an endless night
For the rainbow beckons me with a gracious light
Magnanimity of hope fills my core with delight
And I gaze in awe at the unfolding sight.
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