Is it too late to let go?

A strange wind tells me

                                                                ­  its time to open my hands
&
let go.

A stranger rain tells me
                                          
                                            Howl together.

A strange lightning strikes me
                             I Howl with a knowing that ...
                                                                ­ ....I should've let go
just a second ago.

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How decayed is my inner soul?