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The Storm
The wind sounds like music to my ears
 The rain dancing across my skin
 Like silent reminders
 Giving me purity and washing away my sin
 The shade cooling me
 Feeling my temperature drop
 The clouds arching 
 Unwilling to stop
 Cool hands wrap around me 
 Giving me memories better left forgotten
 Feeling the silent rumble
 Peering at the ground already rotten
 Shaking my head to the beat of the lightening strike
 And feeling less scared
 My body starting to tremble
 Feeling as if the earth cared
 Water rising slowly
 Covering my dirty feet
 Washing away my life
 Feeling the escape of my heat
 As the sky darkens I appear upon myself
 Not only to feel 
 But to hear my heart beat
 Using quickness and stealth
 Not to disturb the slumbers wake
 To only feel a sudden shake
 The sky is clearing 
 And doesn't my mind
 The clouds disperse
 Everything left behind
 Something once so beautiful
 Breathe taking if described
 Now left ruined
 Nothing to decide
 A tear drop falls beneath my eye
 Never intended to cushion its fall
 For hope and faith never stood before me
 So it is best not to believe at all
 Because for someone to truly believe
 They must feel and see
 To have faith
 And that has never happened to me
 And to believe in such greatness
 This would take great strength 
 And to defend something so unknown
 To any length
 This does not rest within me 
 And unfortunately never has
 Because what can take such beauty away
 And replace it with such ugly is undoubtfully sad
 The storm awakening
 And replenishes my soul again
 Replacing all the black holes 
 To make me whole within
 The wind coming back
 As to make music to my ears 
 Rain tickling my skin
 Washing away my tears
 This little gift given
 As if it was an offered amend
 This new found storm of hope
 Gives me faith again

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