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A Storm In Life
The sun was high, the big lake flat Her brow she hid by brim of hat With smile and eyes reflecting bright, she rigged and sailed dawn till night A crag-less bottom there did sound, by hurt or sorrow she was not bound One night she slept and when she woke storm clouds churned, the sky they choked The waves did rise to rolling swells The roiling depths exposed to tell, betrayal of her had come to light The past erased in one dark night For whom she'd loved through fog and mist was not on board, but gone adrift As inky skies unleashed their might her mind and soul entrenched in fight When winds increased to strength of gale her heart was torn, as canvas sail The crest did rage with violent force Great waves of sorrow without remorse. All storms must ebb as this one did She turned the tide, her hurt she rid With weather fair and skies aclear she sails to beaches far and near The storm did lay upon the sand, an agate held now in her hand-a man
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