Day passes into night. Sitting, watching, waiting. Suddenly what they have been waiting for begins. Slowly at first, then the darkness grows, The sounds become louder. Raindrops run down the glass of the window as tears run down the face, in a twisted race. Thots blow through the mind, like the wind through the trees, bending the branches of sanity. Lighting flashes, thunder crashes. Then it is over as it began, in silence.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 22:02:02 +0000
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