Storms Come

Storms come, and
All is dust.
Windows shatter.
Glasses break.

Heat rises, and
Stones melt.

Air dries away,
All the Water.

There is a sinking hole,
Which never ends.

Emptiness,
In all its beauty
and glory
Makes its presence felt.

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