The Silence After The Storm ?
The long desired dawn,
The long awaited sun
Rose surreal as golden-rod,
Broke the silence, and the storm;
Soft and quiet patters on,
The rain so mild-mannered;
While I ponder like the stars
The thundering and coloring
On a canvas grim and bold;
An art so blinding, even,
In the graven retrospect;
A thought so loud it smothers
The sobriety of peace;
Deafening the thunder cracks,
Ringing loud in aftermath.
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