Storms.
Their sound alone obliterates,
All souls that brag around,
As they furiously decide,
To lay down their complains,
As their tears crash & collide,
Demanding the attentions,
Of man & dog alike,
They scream of power,
Snatching the admirations,
Of old & new souls alike.
I want to know how to express,
All my hidden woes and pains,
Powerfully so I can impress,
And gain the attentions,
Of joy, peace & life.
Like most storms do,
When they flourish,
With rainbows
& blue skies
alike.
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Poesía{ Featured in WP Poetry : 24 Aug 2018 } This one is to both sides of the coin, where there's a head and a tail. To every positive side there's a flip side. This is the yin to my yang. The good of the ugly. The beauty of the beast. The heaven to the...
