The storm that once
overtook my soul ceases,
a soft zephyr taking its place.
I gaze above as the Sun
reaches its zenith;
away from all the chaos
I yearn to leave behind.
All that could be heard now,
were the echoes of blazing thunder,
blurred into the faded hums
of a lullaby I once cherished.
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 7:30 AM UTC
The storm that once
overtook my soul ceases,
a soft zephyr taking its place.
I gaze above as the Sun
reaches its zenith;
away from all the chaos
I yearn to leave behind.
All that could be heard now,
were the echoes of blazing thunder,
blurred into the faded hums
of a lullaby I once cherished.
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