Blurred vision towards the future
While turning back at the colorful life
Devastation is appeared unseen
And pours in the darkness when its time
Sand clocks turning around
Making seconds months and days
Experiencing the unexpected changes
and struggling to survive in many ways
Days spent mostly at times
Stuck to needles and resting beds
Hoping to rise up once again
Saving the tears that were meant to shed
Collecting strength to hold a pen
To add color to fading times
And prune the thorny shrubs and woods
That are planted in their lives
Great expectations energizing
For them to follow a constant light
May a rainbow come after the storm
And show the path that was right and bright
A beautiful poem. Climb with hope and courage, and reach the triumph's pinnacle. :) good write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May a rainbow come after the storm And show the path that was right and bright What a wonderful e