Restless
Restless(Where The Storms Never Stop)
In the dreadful lull of the morning,
A wall of fog creeps through a lone cape.
Wails of wind cry and moan,
As the promise of another storm looms close.
Droplets of rain patter upon the grey Earth,
Tracing the rugged faces of rocks,
Carving the path, traveled over eons,
Tugging away the ragged edges.
As eager plants blossom with the embrace of rain,
The last lights flicker away in the assault.
In the dim rays of the tucked away sun,
The land is once again, dark.
There is no sound,
But the horrid drum of rain,
The ceaseless shrieks of thunder,
And the thin screams of the wind.
In a cold corner,
Where the light never reaches,
And the air suffocates--
A tiny voice begs for sunshine.
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