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Breaking Storm

From land or sea
By action a magnitude of moments
Between rising fronts
Brought to bare
I came to be
Here where I fell
I was meant to be
The final act in all
Was but the slightest shift if all
A sum of weight
That could not wait
Or dispensate
Began to fall
In the torrents berate
What was once before
Fell before
And devastations bore
Children upon its wake
Cast to sea by a wind of scorn
What ills and tides will be despised
What thrills and lives will stand to rise
Will only be known in parting of clouds
And the drying of my eyes.
Fiftysevenhours
Written by Fiftysevenhours (.Quercus.)
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Author's Note
Despite the turmoil, hope that better lives are found and made for all concerned.
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