Shall Pass
Tired.
So tired be she.
She wanted to flee the world.
But air got wind of it
and tornadoed the news
to friend and foe
Complicating all,
madly blowing shut windows,
loudly slamming doors.
Now was not the day
not the day
not today...
this storm will pass
whispered the breeze,
believe and know
This too shall pass.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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