2nd August: Stormy days, stormy nights

The symbol of a promise made,
bright colours in a bow.
Never will the memory fade,
never will we know.

Of stormy days,
of stormy nights

Were they tears of God that covered the earth,
those forty nights and days.
Mankind proving of no worth
no point for sunshine rays.

So stormy days,
so stormy nights.

The start of something I've been working on. It feels so good to create again. Like visiting and old friend, like finding a little piece of who you are, of what you've forgotten to be.

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