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H. P. Lovecraft

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!

Friday, May 22, 2020

Storm

The wind came sudden
as a faith of no escape...
The trees just followed
in a dance decay...
Green and full of life,
yet doomed to bow,
and storm just swiped away
their summer glow...
The sky became a grey mess,
clouds brought coldness,
my mind just flew above
in pure wild madness...
Is that a bird?!

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