Day 79

Outside my door a star awaits

to explode into a burst of red

bright as the first beam of light

as the morning sun rose.

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I have a rose.

But danger arose:

Here today
Thunder roared
As wind rushed
Forced by currents
Swirled by nature.

Far away
Cities burned
Amid thunderous voices
Rushed by forces
Designed to suppress.

Storms gathering.

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