Silence in the Storm of Night

Gusts of high wind wake,
I start to write,
I ponder on my silence in this storm of night,
The chatter of my thoughts,
Specks of sound stashed deep within my mind,
Unheard by all, unfound,
I try my best, and yet,
I pour my most but fail to move the slightest moment of your day,
And so I loose myself to rush of air,
The unseen race of cloud in dark my sky,
The howl of more than hope,
Fill my world this storm of night.

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