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The Storm
She stood still
In the field of grain
Their long waving arms rough
And scratching against her own
She moved her arms against the sea
Control slipping through her thin weak fingers
As ineffective as the grains fighting the wind
But she closed her eyes and stood her ground
Her muddy, slippery, freshly rained on ground
Her hair,
Wind whipped and wild
Moves with a startling vengeance
Blinding her to the sight of the mountains that stand in the distance
Their dark rocky surfaces fading into the white of snow and clouds
Their indomitable height reflecting the might
Of her scarred and burned charcoal spine
Her back straight in resistance to the forceful bending wind
It’s strength taking the words straight out of her mouth and
Losing them in its forever fleeting fury
But none of it speaks to the light of her eyes
Whose sparkling bright color shines
Even through the film of their oyster black irises
Even though the net of spinning hair that covers her eyes
Even though the words lost in the wind
And like her back it stands in resistance
To the mountains in the distance
Do you think she laughed,
when the wind came for her
truth?
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