emotions

like brushstrokes on a canvas

they paint a portrait of our heart inside

like a bunch of ephemeral words

they poise a statement in us


joy, a beam of sunlight in the wintry sky 

prancing freely, bright, and content

without a regard for the other

spreading shine across the world


yet shadows cast by sadness deep

cloud the skies where hope persists

tears like raindrops sadly fall

expressing tales that words can't frame


love, a gentle tender breeze

softly teasing us as it passes

blooming flowers along the way 

unfolding petals and their fragrant wave 


might i say the contrary, far feared yet habitual

anger crackles lightning on a dark stormy night

in the tempest, even a roaring thunder or two

bringing along a storm if not calmed










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