O My—A Cloud of Lightning and Silence
Oh, how I wonder after thunder,
that lightning strikes—
I hold you tight.
It pierces my soul,
love comes unfolded.
Nothing left to wish for,
electrifying—
your words, they hurt,
my faith is dying.
Until the wind falls silent
and gives its peace.
No more storm,
only a gentle breeze.
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