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Before the
storm rays were bright
Amid the essence of my life
Passions surged as in a sea
Billowing tide was rife.

During the
storm raindrops fell
Upon the center of my soul
Emotions thrashed like the wind
Desperately out of control.

After the storm
sun does shine
Within the depths of my heart
Sentiments appear to soothe
Forecast is for a fresh start.

© 2002
Ruth Norman
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