I was the sun,
And you the rain.
What happens
When rays
Don’t shine the same?
And now,
Behind your cloud
I’ll lay.
As your shadow
It grows,
And here I do stay.
But your tears
They flood,
Through clouds
Of grey.
Yet a rainbow
Forms ,
As clouds they break.
And we emerge
As one .
To seize the day.
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
I was the sun,
And you the rain.
What happens
When rays
Don’t shine the same?
And now,
Behind your cloud
I’ll lay.
As your shadow
It grows,
And here I do stay.
But your tears
They flood,
Through clouds
Of grey.
Yet a rainbow
Forms ,
As clouds they break.
And we emerge
As one .
To seize the day.
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