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May 2010
Neath blankets 'mongst the pillows
I listen to the rain
as it lashes 'gainst the window
natures violent refrain

I smile to myself
pull up the covers, snuggle down
this storm she cannot reach me
for sanctuary I've found

The wind now joins the chorus
humming tunes across the vent
a sad and sombre melody
conveys the earths lament

Drifting tween the planes
of consciousness and sleep
i find myself pursuing
the dreams that once so deep

I close my eyes for one last time
and slowly drift away
'til this nights storm has passed me by
and I'm awakened by the day.
A Thomas Hawkins
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A Thomas Hawkins  Canada
(Canada)   
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   Theresa Excell
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