The silence after the storm is deafening: no hum, no sound,All the pieces of everything have fallen dead on the ground!
The stench of the past still covers every inch of the place,
The wetness of the heart's rain occupies the empty space!
The touch of the wood on the walls no longer feels the same,
The suppleness of its texture vanished with the burning flame!
The taste of the air is salty, mixed with rubble and sand,
I look around yet I can't find your, once soothing, hand!
The storm is tricky; it comes along with no warning ahead,
Leaving you breathless with memories of words once said!
Searching for meaning has yet to haunt your stride,
However, from the mind's chaos, there is no chance to hide!
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