Poetry 5

Is it only me who finds the loud pouring rain beautiful? To silence the world with absence. To distance the self with turbulence. To savor life's brilliance in voidance. To find peace amidst terror. To cease time in an hour of horror. To release my thoughts in a cold quiver. Is it only me who finds this moment beautiful?
I need to breathe these words into a song.

I started writing poetry again a week ago.

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