by Dep

Trees stand still around me
No wind rustles my hair
All around me the world stands still
Waiting for today's encounter

As if drawing a deep breath
The tress are still
The clouds do not move
No sun to speak of

What will happen after
The calm before the storm
Only time can tell
And those who see the future

I go now to my fate
Whatever it may be
And around me as trees stand still
A gentle wind begins to blow

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