Dusty Poetry #27

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After The Storm

The Storm that raged has shut His lips
His eyes that flashed are closed
Spittle that flew, reduced to drips
The fury now composed

The stones He hurled now lie about
The damage done is ended
A breeze, His whisper, it does not shout
‘Til what can be is mended

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