I didn't choose to be the storm and silence A sombre catastrophe to some lives My darkness dominated Taking over the broken pieces of me Pieces that lie defenceless to the wandering eyes of karma, To the souls that are itching to take those pieces away from me
So my storms got stronger But He didn't take shelter My silence spoke for me But He didn't take offense
Instead He made me rain Rain that screamed on behalf of my broken pieces Only to heal everything that it touched He made my silence music A cacophony of melodies that made the eyes sing
He did that God did that
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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