A storm is coming.
To mess up everything that's in order,.
To destroy thousand years of borders.
To take up the waves and kill them on shore,
To start up a tingle in every pore.
To take your heart in a perilous flight,
Roaring thunder, flashing light.
To set your soul free from years of burden,
Screaming and dancing all of a sudden.
To churn the clouds, to obscure the sky,
Turning the world in front of your eyes.
To take the sailors to lands unknown,
Raging through forests, dismantling stones.
A storm is coming to make new ways.
Coming to give birth to new days.
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PoetryStupidoscope is a collection of my weirdly stupid poems. They are written with no thoughts whatsoever. If you still like them. Let me know. And if you don't then please please definitely let me know.
