Storms come.
They wash away everything.
The good and the bad.
They leave behind chaos and debris.
Storms come
and then they go.
Sometimes they leave you cleaner.
Sometimes a bath is needed.
When the sky returns
you will always find your colour!
Storms come.
They wash away everything.
The good and the bad.
They leave behind chaos and debris.
Storms come
and then they go.
Sometimes they leave you cleaner.
Sometimes a bath is needed.
When the sky returns
you will always find your colour!
Saturn's Premier Poet 