The Storm
as it brews just beyond the horizon
It carves a sort of silence
a break from the howling winds
The heavens open and the rains begin
with puddles forming in the valleys of the roads
where tires have tread too long
Something different today. Don't worry... I'll get back to my emotional junk again soon. That's the stuff that I feel I'm good at writing. It's hard to write when it's not emotional for me. I dunno what it is. Peace out.
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