Signs of being...
Lightening reflects in my room at night,
dark clouds hovering over me,
an attraction of ages held in sight,
now I know what it truly means,
Beauty would shy away from these views,
views that redeine love,
clouds spoke language I never knew,
unknown but felt above all,
The storms and winds an unending peace,
nature giving signs of being.
for I understand these signs and feel,
every struggle to make it seen,
Every change an enchanting tale,
from season to season,
old as time where heavens would fail,
a haven called the earth...
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