Lull Before the Storm: A One-Line Poem
You sneak into my thoughts,
When I am not alone,
Like a breeze enters half-empty room;
Enters stealthily from a window
left unintentionally open;
Whispers the arrival of storm
to the curtains of the window;
Enters softly,
gradually,
and then intensely.
When I am not alone,
Like a breeze enters half-empty room;
Enters stealthily from a window
left unintentionally open;
Whispers the arrival of storm
to the curtains of the window;
Enters softly,
gradually,
and then intensely.
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