Nimbostratus
and the wind ripples over the valley
bringing lonesome layers of grey
we’re in the mists of oceans breeze
rising and falling with the waves
It’s the storm before the calm
the twist of turning seasons
questions of why and why not
all messing with our reason
I love thee beyond measure
You love me just the same
Yet something is gnawing
pulling and grinding in between
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