Notice of absence from Qurrathul Ain
I'm taking a break for a while, for no specific reason. Maybe because, I don't get as much inspirations as I used to.
I'm taking a break for a while, for no specific reason. Maybe because, I don't get as much inspirations as I used to.
When our life is thundering,
The black, grey clouds are rumbling,
Hovering over our heads,
There comes a flash of lightning,
For the briefest of a second,
A flash of hope,
A flash of happiness,
Blinding us for a moment,
Making us unafraid of the dark.
Comments2
Beautiful!
Thank you!
Deep meaning in this poem that requires reflection to see the light that appears like a flash of lightning amidst the thunder .
Right, thank you for sharing your reviews.
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