Heldani, Erik

The Storm

               

The Storm
Every storm brings with it hope
That somehow by morning,
Everything will be made clean again.
And even the most troubling stains
Will have dissapeared.

Like the doubts over the innocence
Or the consequence of the mistake
Like the scars of the betrayal
Or the memory of the kiss

So, we wait for the storm to pass
Hoping for the best
Even though we know in our hearts
Some stains are so indelible.
Nothing can wash them away.

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