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November 2012
The Storm is come
Red leaves fleeing trouble before the gust:
like children playing tag.
Tumbling to shelter under,
or it is to the brick wall.
Tears from heaven
hit cheeks from the side,
and lash down to toe:
and the whole becomes a sea.
I am swept away in it's fury:
each wave crest seeks shores,
and pours itself away; to abandon.
Cherishing that kiss with earth.
Fury must find it's rock;
be diminished in ecstasy,
and sink into nothing.
Before turning into life.
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