In the Aftermath

Living in the aftermath.
A heritage of pain.
Flames rushing through the loss into the gain.
Immolating everything.
The rain began to weep the shame away.
It really didn't matter anyway.
A loving touch of cooling clarity.
The visions that his eyes refused to see.
A rainbow bend that soothed the storm.
Living in the aftermath.
Another chance for beauty to be born...

? Michaelette ?

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