The Storm-2
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Something falls too hard...near or far
A smash answers the wind's call
A child's cry drowns out the cloud
The sky is drunk on something
Fermented long enough in some cellar
The first rays flicker on little pools
A fallen tree across the asphalt
Splinters of a tired window at the feet
Nothing leaves without leaving a throb
Be it storm or be it love!
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