Unsettled rush
neath a storm
Which lay hush,
Worn its path
like a patch,
On this earth
sewn its wrath.
Watch as threads
cross the skies,
Blanket over
all replies,
And a whisping's
at my ear,
You're growing close
but not quite near.
And I run
until I can't,
Escape below,
above you rant.
Burning light
shocks the skies,
Now fall your tears
filling my eyes.
2009 sinnaminsun
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