A storm brew in the night and
a storm brew in my mind.
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The storm reached its zenith
Black ink painted the canvas
With a roar declared its intention
Blew the dust into whorls of nothingness.
With thundering steps, it knocked on windows & doors
Thought, let's push and prod
Lightning struck the dark of the night
My nerves danced with abundant delight.
Droplets poured from the clouds outside
And inside, the paper was drenched with my words
Thunder took a backseat
Only the tap of water and pen was heard.
Parched earth soaked all the wisdom
Slowly the sounds dropped with a chime
Sky cleared with minute twinkles
And black stars became visible on my writing hand.
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The storm dissolved into the night and
the storm resolved with words from my mind.
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Glitter or Dust? ✔️
PoetryA challenge has been set. Thoughts gather around having a discussion, What to write? Glittering views of life or dusty old memories? Words shall flow and the paper shall glow. - - A 30-day writing challenge from 1 June to 30...
