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once again the storm appears
sudden and unexpected,
withering away the garden of primrose
with one long steer
the dark waves are bubbling and kissing the shore, while
the seagulls danced with sway.
the beast had no mercy to show
swinging them little primrose in a row
thrashing and destroying
with such a rage
the wicked beast churned
around all like a mage.
the beast moves further to
take one last look around
his eyes caught the glimpse of a redrose standing tall on the sludgiest ground.
her wet petals looked ethereal
in the middle of the obscure cold night
like the only warrior on the battlefield
she stood unbent and tight.
they say there's calm before the storm
and the dusky crimson-rose seemed downy and warm
here, the storm became so
quiet and serene
the beast was stunned by the red beauty in a gleam.
engrossed by her beauty, the storm
hesitated to leave the place
wrecked garden, deceased flowers, perished shrubs..
once again things were all misplaced.
yet the ravishing rose seemed perky than ever.
could she be an immortal?
lingering for a moment, the beast
moved to the west in trance,
weather seems to go normal.
ever since then, the beast has visited the indestructible beauty every night
because little does he knows
it was love at first sight.
—and that's how the storm
fell in love with a rose.
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Desolate Nights | Poetry ➳
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