Weight of storms...
In a place for souls of broken silhouettes,
I find myself finding my own,
A stranger within me calls out my name,
Asking for a life I've always known,
I've borrowed some shine from the stars above,
For I know I could fade in the dark,
I'm surrounded with the scents of love,
Yet could never set the fragrance apart,
I've handled the weight of a dawned sun,
I've shown my face to the sea,
My bare hands now charred and burned,
Could stop the storm in me,
I wear the patience as a rusted armor,
My sword slicing through the winds,
For the wars I've fought have made me stronger,
And my heart with a storm held in...
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