The Storm

Wind chimes like pan pipes play the song of the storm

A windmill in a sandpit, spinning wild, it’s fans torn

Thunder gallops, Wild horses, Open natures symphony

 Lightning claws at darkness, angels are free

Heavens tears find lost souls, so they may rest in peace

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