The Magistral Strike


The Magistral Strike

You, the Proud lover
breaking the peace
have drenched my world
with a drop of color.
And I, looking at the sky
with petals of rose
ask You to roar.
Where do you come from?
From the world of melancholy
to the land of joy
Oh! Paradise it is!
Bold and Fresh, cries the boy.
I’ve known You for years,
black and fiery
a voice of Thunder
the shimmering lights,
threatened and weary.

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