Silent Thunderstorms
Thunderstorms, said the heart, paining,
Raining torrential sheets of rain and pain
One moment there, the next gone away,
Under the eye and through the heart, physical pain was but a medium,
Growing, binding and arresting within,
Hauling Mental agonies were all but the real game changers
Thunderstorms, bore the heart and threw open the melee of thoughts again..
Immense are all the acts of simple gestures to useless features,
Me, I and myself are all that was concerned about
Every perspective changed are but words reformed
Promises and farces made for ages and ages but break away in an instance ..
Thunderstorms .. silent thunderstorms
Beautiful! And happy friendship day!
ReplyDeleteThank you panda, for being unbelievably kind and patient with me and my words ,, happy friendship day.. 8 is just a number
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