Storm Clouds

Storm clouds drift asunder

Sanction the golden sun

Silence raging thunder,

See smiles and to them run.

Inspiration hides

Where greatness resides

And is overlooked

We’re all overbooked

So miss the perfection

In every direction.

Look, see the faces perceived miniscule

Listen; hear the voices, stories, of the hushed

Laughter and shared smiles hold our redemption

Winter ends with the saving of a lost soul

When we fathom what others have had crushed

When we care beyond our own reflection,

Sunlight will pour its rays

So shoot to understand

Serenity today,

Should pour into your hand.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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