Her tears were rainbows,
a rainfall commitment to herself.
Never would she let that pain
again bring tears to her eyes.
Tomorrow was an olive branch --
a beacon of hope.
She'd long chased a raven --
a deliverer of despair.
So she resolved to become a dove,
to be strong in resolve
and a bearer of hope.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
Her tears were rainbows,
a rainfall commitment to herself.
Never would she let that pain
again bring tears to her eyes.
Tomorrow was an olive branch --
a beacon of hope.
She'd long chased a raven --
a deliverer of despair.
So she resolved to become a dove,
to be strong in resolve
and a bearer of hope.
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