Dead storms, mornings bright ft. Tanka

Sui Generis

The storm is all dead,

Instantaneously gone,

Shattered by the winds:

Broken glass in lucid hands,

capturing sun rays alone.

~ for storms will come, and storms will go, but you will make the sun shine bright on yourself with the very things that your storms will break…

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