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Epicenter Of Thunderstorm

There's this familiar kind of peace,

I felt while the thunderstorm,

Placed it's epicenter right above me,

And the earth gradually,

Struck with thunder,

And shivered with lightning,

That spoke straight to my heart.

I don't know what the rhythm of my heart,

Said to the rhythm of the sky,

But, somehow, it felt like they are,

At peace, somehow,

In all the chaos they're in,

And somehow, I'm not worried,

Not too much at least,

And somehow, there's a familiar hum,

Of a song on my mind,

And I'm getting used to the absences,

Like how once the presences,

Made me feel peaceful,

And probably fall in love,

With the thunderstorms.


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