Like clouds my mind is dashing,
And my eyes will forever rain.
A storm of thoughts ever flashing,
With dreams, both in joy and in pain.
Thunderous sounds within the mists,
As each droplet holds a tale untold,
A torrent of feelings that twists,
Every tear contains my story, true and bold.
Through this downpour is my journey made,
Between the storm, a hope always remains,
A flood of emotions, both light and shade,
Washing away my heart's hidden stains.
Let this rain in my mind's wild flight,
For in the clouds my tears' refrain,
Cleanse my soul and bring forth light,
A new beginning and a new chance to gain.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 1:41 AM UTC
Like clouds my mind is dashing,
And my eyes will forever rain.
A storm of thoughts ever flashing,
With dreams, both in joy and in pain.
Thunderous sounds within the mists,
As each droplet holds a tale untold,
A torrent of feelings that twists,
Every tear contains my story, true and bold.
Through this downpour is my journey made,
Between the storm, a hope always remains,
A flood of emotions, both light and shade,
Washing away my heart's hidden stains.
Let this rain in my mind's wild flight,
For in the clouds my tears' refrain,
Cleanse my soul and bring forth light,
A new beginning and a new chance to gain.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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