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This wind blows strong,
Blowing my love your way,
I stand this ground,
As my heart turns grey,

These clouds hang low,
Being strict on this growth,
Threatening to fall like Rain,
To feel for this pain,

The storm roars on,
Rumbling to this heart's quake,
Surely, it is fate,
For you are gone,

Near or far,
The lightning in my eyes,
Show no end in sight,
Forever more I fight,
To cease in taking flight to the sky,
Since this river never runs dry.

Signed; D.C.

By danielle

© 2018 danielle (All rights reserved)


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