Whether-proof

There is a dawn
that finds the way
a dusk to end
another day

We rise in hail
to walk through gusts
a pale snow skin
pure as rain’s rust

Thunder rumbles
lightning lands
our hourglass
returns to sand

Still as lonely
we wandering clouds
yet to decide
to speak aloud

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