The dark clouds hover in the skies
Gray and white colors combine
A smell of petrichor burns my nose
As rain stains down my eyes
The silent clam after the storm
Is too much for me to bear
A heavy weight fitted on my soul
Will forever remain there
The storm returns again
As I think back on my life before I die
That's when I notice the storm
Is coming from my eyes
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Darkblue
23:57 Jun 20 2013
I like this :)