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under siege to soak
The mountains everweep of wind-
to olden trees that never fall..
This pouring storm inside just wells,
deep drops will surely soak us all.
I inhale rage, wrap it within
dark-wind's caress, in cool contend.
Howling echoes boom solid rock
in brightened bursts of color-spark.
I am but dust, stoked for the blow-
I can feel it, scent its growth,
Roiled shadows feed, of sky's contend-
and I am hungry for that blend.
Angst dissolves on raven wings-
I, with mountains, under siege..
to olden trees that never fall..
This pouring storm inside just wells,
deep drops will surely soak us all.
I inhale rage, wrap it within
dark-wind's caress, in cool contend.
Howling echoes boom solid rock
in brightened bursts of color-spark.
I am but dust, stoked for the blow-
I can feel it, scent its growth,
Roiled shadows feed, of sky's contend-
and I am hungry for that blend.
Angst dissolves on raven wings-
I, with mountains, under siege..
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