Photo credit vi.dualize.us

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vi.dualize.us

When the storm passes

…Through…

It leaves behind a trail of

…Blackness…

I watch with weeping

…Eyes…

Unsure of the reason that I

…Cry…

Perhaps it’s the darkness that reminds

…Me…

Of the pain. I’ll fall asleep tonight

…While…

Listening to the rain.

3:45 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

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