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After the Storm
Silver grass seeds in a sea of green
Dance and nod in the remnant breezes
Left behind by the raging storm wind
Torn trees, broken roads, oily sheen
On road puddles ripple in the breeze
Storm is gone as if it had never been.
Dance and nod in the remnant breezes
Left behind by the raging storm wind
Torn trees, broken roads, oily sheen
On road puddles ripple in the breeze
Storm is gone as if it had never been.
Published 15th Dec 2015
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