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The Storm's ConsequencesI am there
Any day where there are storms.
Anywhere where there are no flowers.
The angry storms washed me away
The once-vibrant now are dead.
I am the flower that was spring
I was the grass, I was the song to sing.
I longed to flower, to prosper and grow,
Despite the heavy rain and snow.
I wanted seclusion from those little girls
Who love to pick flowers just for pleasure.
Now life's against the wind;
And dawn has darkened into dusk.
In this game of life the power is given
Not to the flower, but to the storm.
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