The Silver Lining

A Silver Lining

The bohemian goliath clouds fleeing across the cerulean girth

Trying to devour all in its enclosure with mighty rage.

They clash and then flash being galvanized, generating a silver line of hope,

One moment it's all tenebrous uproaring, and another they generate flame of prospect. 

Such is life, where darkest hours of night implores the nearest dawn,

Procreating a fresh commencement to sermonise a chapter so invigorating.

It's the intrinsic principle where most stringent plights build an impervious wall,

But dazzling silver lines sparkling behind surreptitiously splinters helm so desolating.

The revived heart rises in jubilance once again to conquer all adversities.