Storms roll in
Thunderous clouds roll out
Somewhere, in a freshly dampened meadow
Therein lies a flower
A precious peony
It stands alone atop a lush hill
Harnessing the power of strength
A staple of solidity
Life is far from kind, and I think it is incredible that people can withstand the most devastating blows of its cruelty.
Side note: Thank you for reading.
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Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
