RE: Mourant civil case7 Nov 2025 13:34
I searched the sky for colours bright,
A painted arc, a fleeting light.
But clouds held firm, the hues withdrew,
And left the heavens cold and blue.
I miss the promise after rain,
The quiet joy, the soft refrain.
A bridge of hope that once would gleam,
Now lingers only in a dream.
Yet somewhere past the stormy grey,
A rainbow waits to find its way.
Though hidden now, it will return
For skies, like hearts, are meant to turn.