If I were a rainbow, I'd bloom in the rain,
A whisper of color that softens the pain.
Not made for the sunshine alone, you see —
But born from the storm, wild and free.
I'd arch through the sky with a quiet grace,
No need for a voice, just light on my face.
A promise unspoken, a sign from above,
That even in sorrow, there's space for love.
I wouldn't stay long, just a fleeting glow,
But hearts would remember the way I show.
Not loud, not forever, not meant to stay —
Just hope wrapped in color, fading away.
✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA
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