I see the twisting cloud in the distance
Feel the wind blowing me away,
Trying to turn me away from it,
But I stand and face it.
I can run no longer.
I cry out to the blue, blue sky,
Begging it to open up
And let me glimpse the brightness
Of the great sun,
Blessing me with forgiveness.
When the blue clouds part
And allow the light to descend upon me,
Then I know I've been forgiven
And that I've done the right thing in standing my ground
Against the storm in the distance.
Author notes
I have strange visions for a fifteen year old.
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I like how you tell depressing stories! way to go!!
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Interesting summary
I'm not os sure I would call them strange - visions are a gift - maybe you need an interperater. From what you have said, I think not.
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you do not have strange visions. they are everything but that. great, awesome, inspiring. i love em
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