Like A Gathering Storm

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Like a gathering storm,

Climactic conditions ready,

Thoughts assail me,

I brew well my feelings

I say Yes to myself,

I shall Love,

I desire to be Loved

I shall Love again,

My decision,

 

Like the wind,

I choose which direction

I hasten,

I am impatient

I wear my heart on my sleeve

I wear well the colour Red.

 

Like the stale air before nature's

Wrath,

That colourless sky is full of

Otherworldly light,

I have learned

That truth is mine alone

And noOne

On earth shall declare it for me.

 

 

 

 

 

Ana