#1447-Anger
17/07/2021
Patterns,
That harmoniously flow.
Nothing seems out of sorts.
Unlike days,
When echoing voices,
Disturb,
Gathering pace,
Like an avalanche,
Unwilling to stop.
Days,
When edges protrude,
Skin tingles,
Anger seethes,
Ulcers begin,
And not even Bach,
Can perform magic.
