**Storms and Rainbows**
In storms I sail, through winds that cry,
Yet I pursue the rainbow high.
The salt-air bites, the tempests race,
But still I cut through time and space.
The ocean teems with sails immense,
Their shadows weave in cold suspense.
Some cleave my path with steel and pride,
Yet stars above remain my guide.
The sea’s capricious, wild, and sly—
It roars, it whispers, “Will you try?”
Its crash, a hymn both fierce and rare,
What’s meant for me will meet me there.
I chase the rainbow, bright and pure,
Its hues a vow no storm obscures.
Though skies unleash their dark disguise,
My compass holds through shifting skies.
So take my hand, we’ll rise, we’ll soar,
Through winds that lash and oceans roar.
We’ll laugh as waves ignite the night,
And sail into the dawn’s first light.
For treasure gleams in hearts, not gold—
In who we are when storms take hold.
Our dreams, our crew, the bonds we share,
A force unmatched, beyond compare.
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My library of short stories
RandomWelcome to, "My Library of Short Stories," a collection of wildly imaginative, bite-sized tales crafted to surprise, amuse, and whisk you into unexpected worlds. From talking animals with big personalities to Filipino legends that leap off the page...
