The Storm

White lace winds kiss the damp velvet grasses

Churning balck waters beat against sharp, jagged cliffs

Grey cotton rolls in from the far off horizon coming nearer

Cold diamonds fall trough the air from above stinging my skin

The trees dance and sway to a silent song

The air thick and sticky with anger

I'm deph from the howling wind

Light flashes across the water

Making shadows flicker on the waves and the ground

Trees become dark ghosts as the sapphire sky darkens to black ink






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