The sea lays below,
reflecting the outrage of the stromy skies,
that are beginning to make the sea quail in fear.
But the lightning sees himself,
In that mirror.
And is quelled.
And bolt meets sea,
Sending sparks of passion,
All over.
They at last unite,
And heartbreak, fear and anger never touch the now peaceful skies,
Ever again.
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