in every letter i write
and every word i speak
when i laugh
and when i cry
there is always a spark
of something, long-forgotten
a lightning that hit me
in a far away night
when storms were raging
and a small piece
never left me
it stays fallen asleep
deep down in my heart
but whenever there is a new storm
when lightning and thunder surround me
it awakens
and drills wildly
wounding and scaring my heart
for it always tries to rejoin
what it lost
and it pulls me
to do the same
therefore
i storm as well
when storms prevail
searching for your heart
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SKIES (poetry)
PoetryA short but growing collection of my poems. I write for myself, to deal with my environment, to capture my thoughts, to tell and retell stories I live or dream. There is no specific genre of poetry I will commit to, there will be reflections on the...
