Whisper, Storm

You are a whisper,
a storm.
You are a blue sky day
and crisp wind, later November.
You are everywhere.
Permanence.
Persistence.
A stone in my pocket.
Wave on the shore.
Flame licking its wick.
You are my breath,
my beating wings.

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