Have you ever been a storm bird?
A high flyer, too high to catch.
A low blower,
A razer to the ground?
I have been a storm bird.
Delight in my lightning
Cower at my thunder.
Break in my storm winds
Be lashed by my rain.
They are my flashing smiles catching the sun,
My cries at having lost you,
My breath whispering I love you
And my tears mourning the loss of you.
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