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The storm never seemed to be so calm

It’s soothing breath breathed into the sunset

The morning and the noon became still for that one moment

Cherished forever, it is frozen in time



I heard birds singing softly as the wind blew

I knew that this was an ending that would develop

A process that overlooks results is forming

And the benefits are here to stay with me



A town is no better than a court once the storm’s over

There’s always a calm still voice that whispers after a storm

The one that listens is the one that interprets and the one that interprets dies

Nothing pleasant ever comes from a dismissed warning



The storm has come and the storm is coming

One destroys the outside and one destroys the inside

The mind is not one to be glorified, unless it is being blocked

One way to escape a storm is to loose yourself