You alone are that light ​

​Loud thunder outside,
​a noise like hordes
​of unknown soldiers.
​It silences everything,
​even the songs of the cicadas
​amidst the thickets.

​And afterwards, will the
sky ​be blue and clear –
​the trees wise and charming?
Or will there still be
darkness on the river.
Wide, in a moving
path of suffering?

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