Clouds covering the way
we feel again.
Immersed within the weight of rain, and then
a rainbow streaking color cross the sky.
The dark of ash, the feel
The error of the loving that we missed.
Rewritten in a rainbow's bend, a wish.
For loving ways, for endless
of breezes moving gently over all.
A teardrop falls, the spirits call.
The memory of love is not in vain...
? Michaelette ?
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