Storming

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Paradise... What is paradise?
For you it may be by an oceanside,
Perhaps for me a woods,
To others something different,
But all of them genuinely good.

Paradise... What is paradise?
For me it's a gentle breeze,
For me it's a downpour of rain from the sky,
And dark grey clouds.

Paradise for me is a headstone by an unfiltered stream,
My ears echoing with winds bitter scream.

Where I find paradise
Is in a barren forest,
Alone in a robe,
The ground covered in leaves
And snow.

Like a representation of my emotions as they're swarming,
I am happiest when it is storming.

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