the lights flicker
as the wind picks up.
the rain pounds
the windows.
it's a welcome storm.
it keeps us
inside, together.
safe
and warm.
we have nowhere to go
except towards
each other.
that's what storms
are far,
I suppose.
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I am really surprised at how your poems seem to reveal a hopeless romantic. I guess I am more cynical than you are.
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