Storm
As the wind blows away at the immobilized leaves,The rain slaps the delicate rose.
The roar of the clouds ungracefully heaves
Its force, leaving no comfort or cose.
Though the flash blinds the mind, for a second or so
The hills don’t receive any light.
The shadow of fear creeps around like a crow
Which way do you go – left or right?
You’re held back, you can’t run from the darkness around
You feel you’re starting to close…
You can’t stop yourself from hearing the despicable sound,
Lightning strikes and again, everything froze.
The wind gives you your final slap on the back
And your body gives in with no power.
You’re broken in half. No one could care less.
Because all you are is a flower…
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