Storm blooming pain.

Beyond the cold shores of dawn
rests a seed, deep inside my hurt
slow breathing enunciate
a soft tendril, like my heart
I can hear the thunder rumbling
like the kids with a cartwheel
perspiration jogging down their body
mingling with the laughter
One explosion illuminate my obscure world
and the tendril rise with a leaf
the leaf of freedom or hurdle
the stem shall decide
In between cold stares of rain drops
and harsh strike of lightning
my mind dwindle
like a drop on leaf


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