The wind’s soft melody
Tearing through the landscape.
Gently brushing my knee
And roaring in my ear.
The silent drop of a windswept tear,
The call to a motion all too clear.
A storm throughout our minds
Tearing at our walls like rinds.
The silent beauty
And the harsh cruelty
This is the duality of a tempest.
May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 8:21 AM UTC
The wind’s soft melody
Tearing through the landscape.
Gently brushing my knee
And roaring in my ear.
The silent drop of a windswept tear,
The call to a motion all too clear.
A storm throughout our minds
Tearing at our walls like rinds.
The silent beauty
And the harsh cruelty
This is the duality of a tempest.
I don’t think this turned out how I originally planned but that’s alright
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