I remember when I stood with the rainbow's,
Those days I felt like I reined though,
The storm came and the sun goes,
And the rain came with its arrows,
I needed to spell out the pain and the sorrow's
All I had was a book and a biro,
So wrote till I became like jack sparrow,
My words began to hide and my page's became narrow,
I became a grey rose,
I stood with the rainbows,
And I went through the storm also.
©deryl4
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