Woven through each day like colors in the rain, the words

Couple together in a sheen of mist, these two words.

And when the pain throws its curtains gray over the world

Its anguish cloaking, I do not despair; I know the words.

For when its shadow lifts, the rain throws light like prisms

Into the sky where I catch them as they fall; these words.

These two words spell out my days; each gives wings to the other

Piercing through the rawness– alive, quivering, these two words.

For my name is Rung*, and when grief comes stealing through the rain

I know hope follows. It will, for I know these two words.

*Rung (รุ้ง) is my Thai name meaning rainbow

This is a Ghazal, written for my poetry and drama class. A ghazal is originally an Arabic form of poetry, must have 5 or more couplets, ends its couplets with the same words, and includes the name of the author in the final couplet.

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