Thunder rolls
As the horizon darkens
Lightning flashes
A storm approaches
When the rains come
They can was things clean
Or leave a flood of destruction
What does this storm bring?
Tornadoes flash through
Ancient trees no match
For the destructive power
Yet even this storm, will pass
In the morning
Fresh light
The same place
Yet nothing is the same
Supermassive black hole poetry.
Take a chance and see where it takes you! ✨
Pen to paper
reconstruction + emotional health
SURREAL HUMOR - BOOKS - WRITING - SATIRE
I'm Victoria Stuart, a poet committed to love's transmission.
The journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step...x
A Life's Worth of Observations from a Songwriter and Sound Engineer
Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.
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