The sky above has gradually grown dark,
As have the deep realms of my soul.
Soon, the clouds above will begin their downpour,
Just as the clouds in my eyes have guaranteed rain.
The thunder will start to rumble and roar,
While the sound of my heart breaking continues,
Unsurpassed.
June 21, 1977
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