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My Storm

I went away,
My clouds were grey,
And rain fell upon my face,
My mind would wander wistfully,
“Why was I in this place?”
At night, when I would close my eyes,
I’d dream I’d be with you,
A plan that I would not revise,
When mornings’ dawn was new,
When rain and wind would make me flee,
And all around there was my storm,
I knew that you were there with me,
To always keep me safe and warm.

Rhyme4Reason Rhyme4Reason 46-50, M Feb 8, 2013

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