TeMPest RiSing
The ill wind has been sown
widely
We wait for the harvest of the
whirlwind
The cycle is already turning
full circle
The tempest is beginning to
stir now
The accompanied eerie silence
can be felt
The tumult that accompanies
the tempest
The tempest is now rising.
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