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there is storm brewing

I can see the clouds

take their form

raindrops fall on my face

I catch them on my lips



I've been here in the eye

before

closely watching the cellar door

afraid to be taken by the wind



I cant yet grasp the future

unable to perceive the past

but the trees are coming

uprooted

ripping from its core

just like storms before



my bones ache from the

chill

memories of your face  

haunt me still

in and

out of dreams



the wind is blowing strongly

another un forsaken fantasy

another thought

of what will become

and what already is



I wrap my arms

around myself

I'm the only one

standing here

something familar

lingers in the air



in the scent

in my hair



forcast calls for rain today

rain I've spent a lifetime

trying to escape



here we go again

another storm

another end





another begining to begin