White The clouds amass, the earth prepares to quake, The silent words rise in smoke to claim the sky. These lips stay still but let no man mistake, The words within shall burn and not deny. The breath once held will turn to scorching fire, The embers dim shall blaze with newfound light. For those who bore the weight of cruel desire, Their patience spills, no longer bound in night. Can raging winds be tamed or forced to cease? They sweep away the thrones that block their way. No chains can bind the tempest born of peace, No walls can stand when truth demands its stay. The storm awaits, the trembling earth shall roar, And silent grief will thunder evermore. ©samandar Speaks #Thinking
