When the clouds came to meet me,
I greeted them with blooms.
Grey veils pressed against my horizon,
heavy with silence,
Yet each petal I offered was a small defiance
-a whisper of colour against the blues.
The storm lingered, but its weight thinned,
like sorrow dissolving into memory
Hope did not arrive as lightning,
but as a steady clearing:
a sky learning to breathe again,
a heart relearning its rhythm.
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That’s a lovely and soothing poem Reena. Well done!
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A very beautiful poem Reena. Loved its vibes of calmness. Thanks for joining in.
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This is so beautiful, Reena. Love the quiet strength of your gentle words.
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