the seeds II

the storm didn't come but
what came instead was enough
the world reeled at the
shock, buildings fell, tidal
waves rippled across
countless seas, death
loomed its baleful face
and used its scythe liberally

when all was done, silence fell
in tune with the clouding dust
quiet animals blinked
made their way through
and rainbows bloomed
in the soft rain

if only we could start again
and get it right next time
the love we should have
borne
we reaped a bitter harvest
from the bitter seeds sown

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