30 août 2017

Wish upon the rain

Downpour from the sky
Heavy cold tide
Transcending wind
Blowing away
Everything

At my window
Skies are messing
My senses rise
Hypnotised, I smile
Rain is falling

The strenght of the storm
Washes away all the pain
Nothing matters anymore
Nor the wounds, nor the odds
When you feel as powerful as a god

This perfect aura of chaos
Will be my cold halo
The force of the elements
Euphoria of the insane

And as the storm rises
In the air and in my veins
I close my eyes
And I wish upon the rain.

Marie T., 14-15 août 2017

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