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The raging power of the storm

Has stolen the electricity

From our little corner

Of the world.

The candlelight in the room

Fights to conquer the darkness.

All around me the

Night feels like

It is closing in.

The house that I’ve

Grown up in

Feels foreboding

And huddling near

This flickering light

I wait for dawn to come.

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