Feel the storm,
Even without the vanguard,
Rains reaching,
Pains reaching,
Darkness making moving hard,
Feel the Storm.

Rains reaching,
Mists in the morning gray sky,
Rains touching,
Pains waking
So far off I wonder why;
Winds reaching.


Into Gray,
Blotted sunshine for this way,
Into Day.




return to Darkness
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