I'm watching the thunderstorm behind the hill
I watch it's beauty and brutality with the amazed eyes of mine.
It's honest anger, I envy
It's calmness in distress, I desire
I watch the thunderstorm behind the hill knowing I'm afraid of it
I watch it, knowing I fear the result of it's aggression
It's power scares me
But still, I watch the thunderstorm behind the hill
Accepting the fact that I hate it, accepting the fear of it, accepting my fear of disharmony between us, the earth and the gods
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Poems that will cross your mind again
PoesiaI'm just gonna post some random poems in German and English so don't be confused. These poems will represent some situations that I was in in my life, so I wrote about them. It's going to be about every possible stuff. And please tell my if i wrote...
