The twilight awakens from its sedate slumber
but the wounded spirit scurries to
hideaway from the sadistic
tempest
Without a home, without a purpose it lurks
to find shelter
As the clouds clear away and the welcoming
sun once again shows the lighted
path to happiness
The victim is no where to be found
where will he be found when the blistering
rain no longer torments him?
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