Storm

January 18, 2008
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Drawn out far and wide
The Storm thundered
With Hatred,
Scorn.
Tears fall slowly,
Steadly
Cooling the Earth.
Lightening flashed,
Thunder sounds
Cold, wet Rain
With sweet, constant melencholy.
The Storm rages
Utterly alone
Desolate tempast
Ever enduring,
Perpetual Storm.





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