TeMPest RiSing
The I'll wind has been sown
We wait for the harvest of the
whirlwind
The cycle is turning full circle
The tempest is stirring
The eerie silence can be felt now
The tumult that accompanies it is
the tempest.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2024
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