As I look up to the sky to the South,
I can see the rapid flashes in the clouds,
The threat of a storm that will never arrive.
As I look up to the sky to the North,
I can see the stars peeking down from the cosmos,
The threat of dreams that will be left unseen.
As I look up to the sky to the West,
I can see the fading sunset,
The threat of days yet to come.
As I look up to the sky to the East,
I can see the lights of the city,
The threat of the coming morning stifling the inhabitants.
But when i look down and immediately to my left,
Even in the dark, I can see your freckled nose,
And the threat of words left unsaid.
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