Quiet

Seems as though
The musings
Have been silent

The Simple Voice
Has been very simple
As simply
There has not been much
Of a Voice

But fear not my friend
Wipe away the tears
As nothing has been missed

For comes
The calm
Before the storm
The tides have shifted
The wind grows still

The storm is brewing
My storm
Our storm
The imminence of

….

destiny

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