Rain season,
moon's full.
Blood's shed
for storms' reckless rule
Land slides
in land mines
currents of ocean
upon each shore.
Nature's might,
holds everyone and everything within.
No one knows why
sometimes conincidence.
sometimes a crime
to wipe out humans
or structures alike.
Though the endless roaring storms
they all have a point.
Only through destruction
Shall new light shine through.
"Only when the winter storms have passed when you can truly see the first sign of spring."
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A Drop of Silence
Poetry- Sometimes Silence is the only water to your internal flames - ～～～～～～ Emotions that weave through my body and comes out through my words. ～～～～～～ Music that flows through my mind and feelings that battle against time. ～～～～～～ Allow the notes to guild...
