storm

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i love thunderstorms
when the thunder screams
the clouds cry
the wind wails
and the earth whispers

it is then i feel no urge to speak
but to live
to breathe
to be calm and quiet

my mind stops it's moving
my heart stops it's quaking
and my eyes are happy to let someone else cry
and i feel alive

in the chaos that lives
within a storm's deafening silence

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