A “HIDEWAWAY COTTAGE” STORM
Aqua arrows spear woodcrossed window panes
As the powerstation sky explodes
In the distance soft trees waltz
Slowly swaying to the song like comfortable
late night lovers
On an empty floor
They fear no lightening strike
But outside the window it is turbulent
The wind excites this dance
A troubled heavymetal symphony of
Leaves and rocketing raindrops exploding in
waves to the ground
In the valley, seconds are eternal,
And like time, the storm is more gentle
with distance
And in time even echoes fade.
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