Shouting, over the sounds of rain, feelings more commanding than the season’s pain erasing the hope from hearts, but who’s to blame for the night’s lure in pieces of yesterdays wondering, unclear which prayer to plead will the season tell her story in dark – it feels insane no more moments – winds tell the still night burning with fires more potent than starlight soft chills reflect what it means to regret her gusts will her heart piece together the memories, the regrets, all those mementos we can’t forget will time be able to silence the sound of rumbling roaring creeks, colored with the quiet, unmoving stagnant murmurs piercing through the skies heavy hearts, weary from nature’s power, her outburst darkening the heavens with a charcoal glimpse into the eternal where the light surely went erasing the blessings of a glory in the gentle breeze
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