Storms

Storms may blow

feirce and strong,

winds howl and rains pour

moring comes sunlight seeping in

another day to endure,

my spirits are lifted

a rainbow promise I see

those storrms have no power over me.

 

My light will shine no matter the storm, I am feirce and strong.

 

 

 

 
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