Dear Ms. Hancock,
You were the thunderstorm,
That churned through my grey summer sky
Proudly shattering the dull decorous
Of my vicissitudinous life
You never stopped believing
Even when we were lost
Among the jungles of growth
You knew that a rainbow will always be there
At the end of any road
If I had one last chance
To right my wrongs
To make amends
I would like to simply say
Thank you, for everything you gave
I like how you wrote your poem in the shape of a lightning bolt. It's really cool!
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