The cloud of self-doubt,
Raining acid on your parade,
Never allow it to take away,
The color of your life.
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Donโt let a little storm cloud
wash away your rainbow.?
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In the rain of tears,
Colors of life's umbrella meltdown
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The clouded canopy of a raindrops
Brushes onto my esse of blues
To paint my umbrella of a rainbowed monologue
Into a colorlessly monochromatic dew.
The memo to life remains unscrewed
As the cue to live & love is reduced to a residue.
I became a debris of my own shadow
In a gamut ghetto of hues.
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Clouds of hurts,
Rain the pain!
Washing away the colours of life,
Breathing but not alive!
But this is making the blueprint,
Of my enlightening turning point!
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Shielding and hiding your pain
from the dark cloud and falling rain,
shadows your view of
the lucky rainbow of colors
flowing away from you.
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When grey clouds appear,
The rain makes the colours disappear.
Let the puddles flow away...
Clear skies are on the way!
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Hold your colour
even in the storms of your life.
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These rainy days can really suck
the brightness out of you.
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I shielded you from the storm
but you washed my colors away
and made me become gray
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Anxiety and depression
raining on my parade.
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