Through the storm in our hearts
Through the veil in our minds
Through the blindness in our eyes
A body of storm cries.
Fearful, yet fascinated
Isolated, yet captivated
With the rage, awaited.
Through the blinding, scathing winds
Through the loud and gusty grinds
Through the startling, instant thunders
A soul, tormented
See the lightnings penetrating
The world, outside!
Safe and sound in the shelter
Inside, a wise elder
Is and flees from, concurrently
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