Dark clouds descend down
the horizon of thoughts,
pouring the rain of doubts,
flooding the sight in tears.
The thunderbolt of fear
strikes the silent mind, frequently,
drenching the wavering courage.
Puddles of memories cause ripples
from the pitter-patter of the trauma.
The smile has become a captive
to the agonies of the unforgettable past.
The reflections of the past fade away
with the dawning darkness of pain.
Seeking for the auroras of hope
as the new light opens the doors of the mind.
The lively arrows of sunshine
shot from the rainbow of happy moments
brighten the deserted feelings.
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