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Wait the storm
What is this that stirs the air.
Clouds shroud the sky
the sun does not shine,
morning breezes still.
No birds, storm-cock silent.
On the roof, no mice.
Hedgehogs sleep.
Stirrings in the air . . . .
Whispers, confidences.
Perhaps the sun will shine.
storms invade again.
I shall wait the storm.
have no other choice.
Clouds shroud the sky
the sun does not shine,
morning breezes still.
No birds, storm-cock silent.
On the roof, no mice.
Hedgehogs sleep.
Stirrings in the air . . . .
Whispers, confidences.
Perhaps the sun will shine.
storms invade again.
I shall wait the storm.
have no other choice.
Published 7th Aug 2017
| Edited 30th Aug 2017
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