Storms
As the storm approaches land the silence starkly looms
Darkness overcomes the day like empty, paneless rooms
The wind picks up, the waves rush on, the shore becomes a foam
The sense is of the wolves that run, along the crest they roam
The thunder rocks the cliffs of life, the lightning shatters dreams
The past seems but a memory, the lost horizon gleams
The storm will pass as all storms do
A moment's lapse, no need to rue
As rain comes pouring down
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