Once a loud man, with his pitch so high,
like thunder tearing through the sky,believed no force could make him bend.
No storm, no fate, no bitter end.
Then came the silence, sharp and thin,
the world started feeling like it needs his mind to spin.
She looked at him; no need to talk.
Her eyes were calm, like morning walk
She came to him without knocking there,
as if she's always been already there.
A strange woman , that once felt like home,
no longer a ghost, that he's been calling for, but flesh and bone.
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