Poetry: Yet

Rain thunders ceaselessly
great horses in a
furious affair
yet still
steady sunshine
burns radiant
constant in
its resolve.

To tame
such a wrath, such a din!
It’s presence an
immovable ardent witness
to my
yet savage yearning
deep longing
utter devotion.

A million assaults
all round
gushing gashing
smashing slashing
flooding fast
and yet
this prevalence

Though the torrents
seem a ruination
yet stoically wells
that magnitude
the permanent totality
of mighty light
reigning steadfast
over me.

I Would Love Your Thoughts!

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