Storm

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Silver streamers

They mingle in the dark,

They twist behind the glass.

They shine and fall on the world,

is a drum that announces them,

sewn with cloud skin.

The sky has set aside

the mantle of stars.

Now has for necklace a golden lightning

and a fur of clouds.

The parade will be over when we will see the wagon on the scene.

ᴘᴇᴛʀɪᴄʜᴏʀ:ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ᴀɴᴅ sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏsWhere stories live. Discover now