waiting for the storm
to subside
feeling the drizzle
dripping inside
it slows, it slows
the seconds melt
away
drip, drip
it stops
replaced by clouds
forming memory skies
escapable by
the mountain's highs
avoidable through
sun's glorious rise
the love, the color
the last demise
the climb
the stretch
the grand surprise
you've always been there
you'll realize
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