The Yearning of a Summer’s Storm

Storm falls over the afternoon
of a quiet summer day.

The listless clouds hang heavy
above murmurs of distant song.

Skies wave like handkerchiefs
in moments of departure.

In the silence I call to the wind
carrying the stories it has seen.

The countless hearts beating
as my love falls in the cracks.

Passing dreams that revolve
with the nervous breeze.

Skies wave like handkerchiefs
in moments of departure.

In the silence I cry out with the wind,
the yearning of a summer’s storm.

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