The wind blows and whistles through the branches,
the storm rages, the rain falls like a blanket
takes dust of the roads and flooded everything.
The roar of the storm stubborn
is inserted through the doorways and
through doors and walls of houses.
A temporary
overwhelmed me violent and stirred the soul, within the same time,
a hurricane consists of memories and fragments
lost my dreams,
a storm that floods the
feeling like rain and storm
soaked fields, roads and winds. VK
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