Renaissance
Thunder roared,
The sky shivered
Everything was rattling.
For the
God's child was born.
When she
Moved, the sun hid behind the clouds.
The moon shone brightly ;
Flowers sang,
Trees swayed
And danced.
When she got angry,
Lava erupted.
Sky changed colours ;
Wildfire started.
Chaos unearthed herself.
She had the ability to
Change things;
Stop time.
Her beauty,
Melted glaciers.
Her touch,
Brought dead flowers
Back to life.
Her voice,
Was like violins
It made you
Forget everything!
She was deadly like
A cobra ;
Calm as the ocean.
Her voice was similar to
Symphony instruments
In an orchestra.
She was lord's own
Incarnation.
-Ridhima Joshi
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