The Storm

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It comes like a storm
and looks like total erasure
a blur, a chaos, a tumble
of all emotions to the very limit
of our capabilities to withstand
 
But even the chaos has a purity,
the colours awash with vibrancy
and if you look long enough,
patterns emerge, and where they don’t,
there is a glory in the dissonance
 
A jazz, an essence of expression
a time for new voices to be heard,
and the longer we look, something else
reveals itself, and it was there all along,
our ability to come back home. – TS
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