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In the quiet of this chamber

I lie in warmth watching the candles flame flicker and dance.

Thunder echoes all around me

and intervals of silence and rain leave me in a trance.

Lightening strikes before me

what a stunning sight.

Illuminating this dark room besides one candles light.

The rain pours angry

more soothing than before.

Until it quiets down and returns once more.

This chamber that confines me

and I’m long to break

break free from this prison of a body

from all the sorrows and the pain

And fly out beyond my window

and become part of this rain.