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Storm Rages
i sit at the window contemplating the events of life thunder peals in the background as rain pelts down storms always put me in a contemplative mood as the storm rages...my thoughts begin to travel wondering at the mysteries of my surroundings can i ever understand why things happen as they do why i dont have the control...why isnt it allowed to be as the storm rages...my thoughts begin to travel i then see that others also have disquieting moments i realize i am not the only one...life is an upheaval it is how we deal with them...how we learn from them as the storm rages...my thoughts begin to travel a lot of people fail to recognize this and always flounder some refuse to face them...while others refuse to be flexible but the truth is...they will always be there to tax us as the storm rages...my thought begin to travel Vote for this poem
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