Monsoon Winds
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if i stopped looking for joy
in the words of strangers
perhaps then my soul would be in peace
peace; that i've been searching for
in the shallow waters of my disparity
and in the hollow potholes along the beds of my road
how do you find yourself,
amidst the loud world?
when words that longs to dance on the edges of my lips
stays still as if time ceased to be
cold May's wind blew pass the stealthy trees
brushing through every follicle of her skin
cold
like how the world has been towards her through the years
yet it was somewhat serene
as if she's accepted fate
not much energy or time that's willing to be spent
just mere existence in the presence of her shadows
there was a sense of awakening
that; this wind brought together with it
despite the drizzles the heavy clouds showered
and thunderous lighting the skies make
that it is only with the power of her being
as she is, who she is and what she's going to become
lies the hope to achieve her greatest self.
By Jessica John Posko♥️
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