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Poetry | Villanelle
The Storm’s Beauty
The purifying power of passion
Does the storm know its beauty?
Does it see its strength and take pride?
A passionate dance between chaos and harmony.
Others hide in shelters of comfort and naivety,
But I am drawn out, allured by your powerful tide.
Does the storm know its beauty?
A typhoon of emotions and empathy.
The sea of weathered wisdom and compassion your eyes hide.
A passionate dance between chaos and harmony.
Do you question your instability,
While life thrives from the nourishment your showers provide?
Does the storm know its beauty?
Cycling winds and rain thundered with intensity,
But there’s nothing as pure as what I found inside,
A passionate dance between chaos and harmony.
You say I regard your depth too fondly,
But the knowing inside me could not have lied.
I see the storm’s beauty,
It‘s a passionate dance between chaos and harmony.
