
You may have storms and struggles in your life,
but the ruin will come to an end.
You'll see the beauty of your struggles on display;
something genuinely good will come out of them.
After the storm, the rainbow transfigures the blue sky
with a colorful arch, alchemizing the dreary mist.
Who knows what good will come for you
out of the ruins of your midst?
About the Creator
Anon
Practicing my writing - mainly poetry
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