The Brewing


Weathering the storm
Between pleasure and pain

Sometimes thunder and lightning
Other times pounding rain

Scratching the surface
Marks fade to unseen

Midnight beckons the dawn
Emotions on constant careen

As the tempest eases its strength
Darker shades of grey soften

The ties that bind loosen
Still dripping with caution

Day breaks the darkness
A chorus of birds ignite the rays

Left alone with fresh coffee
A single rose on display
                 

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