Storm

When the storm clouds
roll in pairs.
When the droplets
begin to trace
your heart.

It is the storm that
makes people stop.
It is the cold that
seeps to hold
their breath.

As the curtain rolls
to earth,
the greyish colour
begins to hide
the world.

The freshness in the air,
the luscious breath
that storms bear
in their arms,
cannot compare.

When the storm
clouds part
in end.
The work is done.
Our world is bent.

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