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we watched the sky,
saw the clouds paint it black,
a breath of foreboding
staining a canvas
that was once covered
in a million shades of blue
there is a storm on the horizon
and we are becoming something new,
dark light meets white shadow
do you feel these winds of change?
do you hear them call your name?
the days are longer now,
that the sunshine has gone
we used to bathe in holy water,
but now our heavy hearts
sink like stones
we are tempest tossed,
wandering lost
with no lighthouse to guide us
home

ashley jane