Strange Storm
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Clouds powdered gray
Violated with lightning blue,
Enmesh the amorphous miasmic
As a strange sough comes rolling through.
Solemn the mood
Stretched across the umber sky,
Metaphysics fail to explain
Why the earth feels about to die.
The winds of eternal change
Blow beyond the norm,
Across all the living
Pours a new and strange storm.
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