The prick to tarry
Was muddled in dark clouds
And thunder bellowed
In the dark storms
The sun seemed to be swallowed
And the earth never again
Able to move
Again the dusk moved against twilight
And on the morning after
A new dawn came peeling
Its white teeth
And we joined in a contagious smile.
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