the still waters
by the sweet serene grasses
triumphant
reflecting truth
as rapture reveals before the storm
the destructive waters
by the rubble of ruins
morbid
reflecting truth
as rage reveals during the storm
the surrendering waters
by the open hearts' gates
drowning
reflecting truth
as romantics reveal after the storm
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3 thoughts:
I do love all aspects of a storm - it's cleansing in a way. The before, during and after all reflect a truth. I like to leave it up to the gods...
i leave nothing up to the gods. maybe i should.
that was just in reference to something said to me a very long time ago during a thunderstorm about passionate love-making and the god of lightning. i do love a good storm...
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