Lyrical Musings an emotional journey via train of thought

40 Days

the early morning blossoms couldn’t have predicted this
the weatherman had no sixth sense
no siren to warn, no sign posted
this torrent came unforecasted
no cov offered no barricades in sight
just you, and me, and it
and emotions running raw, rampant, and unforgiving
the heavens split and storm ensues
follow me down into the earth
this time wont be our last

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