The sunshine
I miss the sunshine over the rainbow,
A glow of warmth beyond the arc’s soft glow,
A promise of light without clouds to grieve,
A dream of solace I long to believe.
But skies have rules, and rains must fall,
For colors to bloom, for hope to call.
Yet here I stand, beneath the hue,
Missing what never truly broke through.
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I wasn’t someone to know your depths,
The hidden tides where your soul rests.
It was just me — my endless thinking,
A boat adrift, forever sinking.
Or perhaps my presumptions led me astray,
Kesoktahuan aku menggiringku away.
From truths unspoken, from your gentle light,
Lost in the shadows of my own fight.
I miss the sunshine over the rainbow,
Not for its colors, but for what it could show.
A path to peace, a calm to find,
To quiet the storms within my mind.
