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Within The Clouds
it stormed again in her heart last night
wild slashing rain
driving hard against the walls
battering the beat
and riding the heat
shattering wailing zephyrs
this tempest bemoans her
it stormed again in her heart last night
hard pulsing thunder
and raw rhythms that quake
and she alone to feel the pain
stark and dark Kentucky rain
tearing past her guard
to lay blasted and bleeding
it stormed again in her heart last night
where daffodils should bloom
where the sun light is cast aside
and tulips weaken and fold
cherries lose their hold
lightening has shadowed eyes
willow boughs must always weep
it stormed again in her heart last night
as she alone watched the sun die
fragile hands, and hollow cheeks
torn and worn, the shattered
in the red and blue that mattered
in a dark lake beneath the crying moon
that is where the tears go
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