In the storm's cruel grip,
Hope's colours unfurl boldly,
Bright arcs pierce the gloom,
Standing tall, we find solace,
Rainbow glow, our beacon strong.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 8:38 AM UTC
In the storm's cruel grip,
Hope's colours unfurl boldly,
Bright arcs pierce the gloom,
Standing tall, we find solace,
Rainbow glow, our beacon strong.
A brief reflection on how hope breaks through even the darkest storms, guiding us toward steadier ground with its quiet, resilient glow.
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