After Voznesensky

The idea of a storm began forming in the clouds.
The idea of rain saw its reflection in a mirror.
The idea of wind spread all its wings at once.
The idea of thunder arrived before the sound.

A storm did form and the idea was swept away.
Rain did fall and shattered its reflection.
Wind folded its wings and came to rest again.
The mind survived the thunder and the idea.

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