The sky breaks open, wild and wide,
A cleansing roar the clouds confide.
Each bolt a truth, each drop a toll.
The storm arrives to scrub the soul.
It shakes the dust from buried pain,
Then leaves behind a sweet refrain.
In thunder’s wake, the silence grows.
A heart reborn where lightning flows.
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Author:
Iris Lynn (
Offline) - Published: October 3rd, 2025 14:56
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
Beautiful images of nature in a poetic metaphor of emotion. Nicely written
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