my heart follows the rhythm
of the bass of the storm
that wind howled with anger
an anger so powerful it could destroy a whole town
the lightning strikes
with a sound so jarring and so sudden
a forte so instant it seems impossible that it was almost pianissimo just seconds before
the storm begins to decrescendo
the trees now swaying to a calm beat
one that my heart can follow at ease
and the world is back to its usual piano
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Poesiea collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things
