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Amidst all storms, lay no stranger turns
Than the one I saw through your eyes,
Through a tide, and timidly as it runs,
As I have, with them, and no prize.

Or so perturbed, in infinite worlds,
With infinite people and infinity curled
This storm is unexpected
Raging and weaning
Embarrassed, no meaning.
Off the suckle of pride.
I must contain it, for it is right.
Or just nourish it, too eager to kill.

It's a ghastly dream, isn't it?
To pray incessantly, perhaps in vain,
Take a look in my insane,
Its a market of sanities, carefully dusted,
Put in pots, trusted
Like this hammering!
You did made the storm flow
And broke all of them
Chilled to the bone, in awe
Like I stand on a desolate island
Immense oceans as eyes drew,
Near to the dip where sun would rest,
Such is this storm abreast.
Doesn't it scares you?

But fear is right.
Sorrow and shame in ebbs,
Is what it dreads.
Nurtures and spreads
Kept in shallow men.
And what heart desires
Is to ruin that happy face
Is to kill that space,
In turns of anonymity
And face laid bare
I stare,
Onto love or its imitation
In grown men,
Shallow but stable.

But i know i can't be that way,

My storm will break the lie

It'll crinkle the facade

Burn it's barks.

Calmed only by truth,

Sheer pain or love

Unburnt, unbroken.

I'll only keep that as a token

Of an eternal bond, like the sun,

Unburnt, immortal, unsung.

I'm not at all like them,

Doesn't it scare you?