The storm rolls
Without fury or fight
Just a spark in the darkness
To light up the night…
The crows are silent
And the wind is still-
The air hot
But still a chill…
And while the Heaven’s talk
Hell is asleep
But all storms find life
In the silence we keep…
For no secret is sound
And no noise is clear-
Just a reminder that fate
Is present and near.
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