The sky erupts all around and our ears hide away from the deafening sounds. Grey rolls in a rumble above our heads and flashes burst from side to side. White falls from the top and bounces upon the floor; I can’t see anything above the storm. Slowly it engulfs the feelings of the night and dismal eyes transverse onto yours. And like a virus the wind creeps into our soul, it takes us by hold and moves us into the shadows. Trees so green it blinds us in the end and a rainbow full of false hope saves us from the darkness.
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