A poem and some more art

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It's calm outside

This storm it's made out of pure chaos trees are falling down,
The grass is flying from my feet to the sky above,
The drops of water are like stones hitting my skin,
And the thunderbolts are setting the whole forest on fire.

It's bringing life to my dear and dark scenery,
While killing everything in it's sight.

I want to run away from it, and yet
I can't help,
But to look at it destroying me.

As I get up from my bed, I wipe away my tears,
As I walk to the window, I steady my breathing,
As I move away the curtains, I stop shaking,
And as I look outside, I notice how calm it is.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 26, 2020 ⏰

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