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A masterfully crafted high-impact cinematic 16:9 painting filled with dynamic movement and emotional defiance. A lone tall tousled haired male figure, dressed in a long dark flowing coat stands resolutely atop a jagged cliffside during a ferocious midnight tempest. Lightning tears through heavy, churning ink-black and charcoal clouds, illuminating the scene in sharp, brilliant flashes of electric blue and white. The figure is actively casting a handful of hyper-vibrant crimson roses and delicate wildflowers directly into the howling gale winds. The vibrant petals are being violently torn apart and scattered by the storm, creating a soaring, explosive streak of saturated red, pink, and gold color that slices through the oppressive grey chaos. The art style features thick, expressive oil impasto brushstrokes, dramatic chiaroscuro lighting, and wet, glossy textures that emphasize the torrential downpour against a fierce, unbreakable human spirit.
The sky weeps loud but I don’t hide
Raindrops tap like secrets confide
Each petal I hold
A promise untold
The storm may howl
But I stand bold
Even when my heart breaks
I still send flowers to the storm
Every thorn aches
But I’m reborn
I’m reborn
Even when the wind shakes
I still send flowers to the storm
Clouds roll heavy like a lover’s fight
Lightning paints the truth in a fleeting light
I toss my blooms into the gale
Their colours scream where words would fail
Why give beauty to the chaos
Why chase hope through the loss
Even when my heart breaks
I still send flowers to the storm
Every thorn aches
But I’m reborn
I’m reborn
Even when the wind shakes
I still send flowers to the storm
The storm don’t care
But I still try
Throwing roses at an angry sky
Each bloom a piece of me
Torn apart
A garden planted from a fractured heart
