Unknown Noise
The wind flows through the vast surface,
Dancing along the leaves as it chases,
The silence lingers as the windows slam,
Its own cover against the solid ram.
Yet the noise is replaced by a wind-filled scream,
It seems only a piece of paper can hear what it means.
Meanwhile, the heart of the ground shatters on its own,
Sensing what's coming, even in unknown.
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