I see darkness in the nimbus.
And although the air is sweet and not as bitter as before,
Somehow this storm is pleasantly painful.
Filled with the tears of the sky, the cloud harbored all that time had built up and held on to.
But no more. The cloud finally drains and as it pours, so does my soul.
Both left cold and empty.
-Devario B.
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Shatterproof
PoetryA small compilation of deep poetry and witty words of wisdom. This mix is understandable and relatable to an array of life scenarios.
