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Storm
The wind howls and the trees shiver.
The sea rages and the rain pours.
Is this a storm or a portent of doom?
Or is it just a coincidence that it mirrors my thoughts?
In the distance there is the tiniest speck of blue, a glimmer of hope that this too shall pass.
How nice would it be to feel the warm glow of the sun on my skin and peace in my mind.
I'm under no illusions that it will happen anytime soon but it's nice to hope, to dream, to wish.
© julia_writes
The sea rages and the rain pours.
Is this a storm or a portent of doom?
Or is it just a coincidence that it mirrors my thoughts?
In the distance there is the tiniest speck of blue, a glimmer of hope that this too shall pass.
How nice would it be to feel the warm glow of the sun on my skin and peace in my mind.
I'm under no illusions that it will happen anytime soon but it's nice to hope, to dream, to wish.
© julia_writes
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