Friday, November 11, 2011

After the Storm

joy after the storm I felt the memory the promise spoken in thunder clapping rain pouring me chasing it down the empty street joy in the storm I felt the memory the promise spoken birch trees swayed drying me dancing as notes rise in the breeze joy before the storm I felt the memory the promise spoken as grey clouds gather me waiting with sparrows in their nests

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