Weather Report for a Heart That Forgot Its Forecast

The morning broke in muted gray,

A fog of doubt, a dull delay—

No sun to burn the shadows through,

Just whispered winds of what I knew.

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Then thunder rolled—not from the sky,

But from a past I’d left to die.

Regret came down in sheets of rain,

A flood of could-have-beens again.

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Yet lightning struck—a sudden turn,

A laugh that made the embers burn.

Joy, unplanned, like blossoms wild,

Burst through the clouds, a radiant child.

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But twilight now—a restless breeze,

A chill that lingers, never leaves.

The heart’s forecast? Unread, unknown—

A storm? A shine? It shifts alone.

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So carry coats for sudden cold,

And hope when all the skies seem rolled

In turmoil—wait. The winds will part.

The sun remembers every heart.