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I'd prefer to sit awhile
waiting for the storm to come
the heavens rush and clamour and sing
but the rain is kept hidden
beneath the canopy of this weeping willow tree
I am hollow in this coursing wind, a brightened shell and song within.
I am raging in this ocean sky, the greying light a burning sign.
I am buried in my absent mind, wrapped and beating this blurry sound.
I pray ,
somewhere between the folds of some pages,
someone wrote what I feel,
the yearning , the coldness , the grief,
I hope there is an explanation.
_@ineluctablehere