So Heavy, But Soft
So heavy are the words of pealing thunder,
But soft, the language of whistling winds.
So heavy is the voice of fierce storm,
But clear, the language of a trickling stream.
So heavy is my heart, ravaged and riven,
But soft, your hand in mine.
So heavy is my mind, hazy and uncertain,
But soft is my sunshine, my love, my world.
So heavy, but soft.
So heavy, but soft.
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