Poetry

The Chaos

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And the downpour was relentless
as if someone slits the skies open
letting the deluge to rush down,
swelled rivers,
flooded streets,
the howling wind
and the screaming breeze

There was chaos,
there was turmoil,
and the gale was about to consume everything
that came its way

But despite such perilous danger
she stood firm,
braving the atrocities one at a time

Then she looked around,
the splendor of crimson hue horizon,
the chirping of birds,
the gentle zephyr humming
welcomed her with an embrace,

She was perplexed
unable to fathom the enigma,
but then she realized
the storm was brewing not outside
but within her delirious soul
and then she knew, she could tame it
and she survived

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