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My storms
White light
Bright across a blue sky
Orange leaves its mark
As it fades to black
Turns the sky dark
These are the colors
Of my lightening
Shaking within
Leaving calmness
Relish in the noise
Comfort in the silence
Ballerinas poise
Welcome to
My thunder
Rain lightly pounding
Blue, grey, warm
Wet lips on mine
Fresh not like salt tears
And there is no such thing as time
This is my rainfall
With weather like this
There’s no need to storm
Be quite just in case
My tornado is resting.
