They might stir up objects- yet they are mere objects.
Wind crashes and breaks- while cooling my face.
Wind burn may hurt- yet this is the calm after the storm
Reality strikes in, and I let my soul breathe- because I only know how to set it free
With a switch of my heart and the pure shining through
I can stop this storm- and rest in the lieu
So serene it is, after it rains... because from rain there comes rainbows
-that keep me in my place.
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