There was a tree I sheltered under from the storm.
After the storm I stayed.
It was time to leave but I stayed.
There is no shelter from the storm.
It is passed but it still rains under my fond tree.
Time to join the sun.
It's punishing sharpness
It's repulsive light.
Time to cast shadows again in the world.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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