A Storm of Calligraphy Bliss
A calligraphy pen, delicate and definite,Writing the stories of life and death;
Coupled with only the elemental betrayals of mother Earth
As the thunderstorms rage right and not left
At first a whisper of rain caresses the window;
The hammock where two lovers once lay
Moving with the unpredictable motion of the wind.
A combination of electricity and water beyond compare.
The dragon then unleashes its fury
Upon unsuspecting scenic lands;
Pushing and pulling, never letting up,
Then it fades away, sunshine the sky demands.
The resilient blue that overtakes,
Demonic clouds pushed into subconscious mindset,
Overwhelmed by bright hope, rising up;
Light warmth fills my heart, sealing the broken lines.
These emotions filling and flowing as a river;
Soul now intertwined with light and darkness
Only the music of nature’s harmony can describe;
Lest there only be one who knows me as well,
I am me, as sure as the ocean swells
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