silence for a lightning,
much bigger air for the waves,
and the weight of the world on atlas's shoulders in disgrace;
with a strike on the earth,
a seed must grow from its rightful place,
with another strike and a hope that the seed will be as great.
and with every hit of the sunlight on the earth's soil was like a hope of a raindrop in desperation and relief for that its wish would be granted that finally for once, it'd be back to normal again.
-n.d.
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PoetryIt's about She. It's about her feelings. It's about lessons. It's about her life yet to be solved. It's about She. ©aloeverasie2017
