The gust of wind, so strong it takes your breath away
The foul play of heavy rain, flooding the garden of your heart, wilting any vein well rooted
The darkness of the sky, setting a mood of disparity
The thunder, blocking the sweet melodies of good thought,
Finally the lightning, putting arrest the entire body, to be left weak and numb
The epitome of hopelessness, the tempest we face
Yet have courage. The tempest is always temporary.
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 3:36 PM UTC
The gust of wind, so strong it takes your breath away
The foul play of heavy rain, flooding the garden of your heart, wilting any vein well rooted
The darkness of the sky, setting a mood of disparity
The thunder, blocking the sweet melodies of good thought,
Finally the lightning, putting arrest the entire body, to be left weak and numb
The epitome of hopelessness, the tempest we face
Yet have courage. The tempest is always temporary.