There is a rainbow after every storm. It's a promise. Whether or not the eye sees it, have faith - a rainbow is always there.
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The sun sets and the moon rises, but your absence stays still. August slips like a blink and winter should have been colder, but summer memories warm my endless nights. First love never lasts and so does us, but the way I love you at sixteen always stays with me.
Collections of prose and poetries by Georgina River.