Rebirth
- Dewi Blythe

- Mar 23, 2024
- 1 min read
In the midst of the raging storm,
I observe your sorrow,
Drowned by the flood, struggling to seek solace.
Wandering alone, feeling the chill,
Abandoning the radiance that once illuminated you.
Yet, anticipate the hope that follows the storm,
A rainbow emerges, dispelling all grief.
Your unicorn remains steadfast and devoted,
In the aftermath, a fresh hope is born.



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