Her wrath loud and clear
Naked for the world to fear
Her passion beyond compare
brings up waves, as it rages heaven hears.
But where her heart lies
When her eyes would weep tear
Her love her sorrow all hushed up, quieter than tomorrow
Filtered moonlight in the calmest creek
An underwater plant sings no song
It sways, and turns, and dances alone.
She keeps her secret too well,
To her sorrow, to her heart's swell.
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Agony and pain that women keep is un measurable thanks so beautiful loved the write