In the silence, fury blooms like a wild rose,
Petals sharp with a words unspoken, thorns unseen.
A tempest swirls within, where passion flows,
Each heartbeat drums a rhythm of disdain,
As anger surges, unchecked and unrestrained.
It paints the world in shades of crimson pain,
A turbulent sea where peace is constrained.
Yet beneath the storm, a yearning lingers deep,
To tame the tempest, find a tranquil shore.
In anger's grip, emotions twist and leap,
Seeking release, seeking solace evermore.
For anger, though fierce, is but a passing tide,
In its wake, calm waters silently abide.
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Isra
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Comments (1)
Wonderful!