Folgore

 

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48 x 48 inches

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I watch my existence,

there is a storm inside.

bracing as the clouds roll,

hoping again for blue skies.

.

I wonder how the others live,

where the weather is fine.

where winter is one heartbeat,

brevity obscuring all their light.

.

here I sit and wait,

no second can be clipped,

to wither away the dark,

& feel the warmth of being,

come breaking in.

.

this storm is beauty,

her depths & cause.

 sheltered in her landscape,

the purity of change.

.

time lingers,

these storms rage.

an impending bloom.

a crack of light

is shining through.


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