rain lashes against the windows.
but it's too dark to see the lightning,
too loud to hear the thunder.
a layer of darkness
hides the wrath of this storm.
white lies are too well-hidden;
a mess of storm clouds shrouds the horizon.
which is lie and which is truth?
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Simplicities
PoesíaA book of poetry, written simply about some things in life. | Started May 29th, 2021 | | Finished June 7th, 2021 |
