Soul Storm

Iris Lynn

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.

  • Author: Iris Lynn (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2025 14:56
  • Category: Gothic
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  • sorenbarrett

    Beautiful images of nature in a poetic metaphor of emotion. Nicely written

    • Iris Lynn

      I always appreciate your comment!

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome



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