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stormy-poem

Storm

Black approaching from the North
penetrating a meaningless worth
giving significance for all its concern.

Granite waves
slowing to turn
to unleash its power
on all who mutter.

Silent

Then the burn
electric white
from a different world.

Run
hide
shelter in fear.

droplets pounding the ground
infinite
prisoned within
trying to escape a pitiful fate.

Days
Weeks
Possibly years.

A storm needed
greeted
by all whom it meets.

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