(Picture: Stormy Dusk II by =mydigitalmind. © 2009-2013 =mydigitalmind.)
BEFORE THE STORM.
Before the storm,
She rests a while,
Taking refuge
In the darkness
Of her dreams.
Before the storm,
She plays a while,
Dancing with the embers
Of the dying day.
Before the night,
She stands alone,
In the silence
Of her darkened room.
Before the shadows
Of night descend,
She whispers tears
Into the wind.
Beneath the clouds
Of tainted light,
She holds a dream
Within her hand,
Yet it’s fractured,
Torn apart
By the shadows
Of a distant past.
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