Long shadows creep from darkened skies,
Transporting storms to brooding eyes.
Swirling flotsam collides with hope
And fraying threads remain of rope.
As tempests churn within your heart,
Ambitious designs twist apart.
Best laid plans are best laid aside:
The sun won’t care what you abide.
And yet
That self-same sun dispels these clouds,
Lighting new routes that routine shrouds.
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