What Storm
waiting and waiting
forever i rise
above the dire
storm
purified water
shavings of ice
drift down
around
don't touch the ground
for I catch you
in this autumn breeze
Colours of silver, copper, and gold
none compare to thee
clear, not
gone through
colours are all these
red and green
and purple, blue
all your colours
rainbow hue
All of the colours
none can disguise
the fact that you're none of them
have no pride
not taken away,
it never existed
as like jelousy
of ribbons
humans can't hide
neither is hatred
but is it worse
neither is anguish
none of the curs'd
Or all
Could it be
that the snow is true
trueness has no emotion
could it be
that the snow scares you
Humans fear what they don't understand
could it be
that it's part of you
humans strive to get to the core
could it be
that we're all just fools
Emotionless may be
just what we don't see
For how can emotion
be gone?
Could it be that emotionlessness
is more like a storm?
Overflowing of feelings
anger, love, scorn?
Or is love a feeling?
That just will not go
when hot is too hot
the hot turns to cold
And so could this be
of emotionless storm?
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