The rainbow looks too beautiful from a distance,
But when you get close to find the beginning or the end
There is none but diminished!
Just like love.
The only difference is that the rainbow is a result of pouring clouds,
But here,
Pouring eyes! drowning soul!
Sore heart!
The soul starved too much to bear anymore.
Zero faith yet too much hope
For the rainbow to appear again.
But this time
Without the thunderstorm.

© midnightblues