Storm
Sun is rising
Wind is blowing
All over the fields
Of the Land of Thoughts
The sky woke up
and
birds are singing
A dark sky is coming up
Wind becomes a storm
Hurricanes are destroying
Every single little thing
But then you came
And everthing is fine
Ezwex, vrouw, 28 jaar
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