Tempest
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Like the wind,
the rain,
the storm goes on.
There is no end that one man can see.
Have hope,
don’t fear,
that is what they tell us.
I say it is too late.
I feel it coming.
Wait!
Can you hear it?
Could it be the final surrender?
Silence.
All there is.
Silence
A single man can finally see.
Could it be a new beginning?
or
Could it be the end?
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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