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"Peace is to calm the storm within. ~ Abdul Malik My heart, mind and soul are not calm World bestowed upon me no balm Sleep hardly comes to weary eyes Oh, my soul to yonder realm lies My heart may well be desolate As I wail in anguish of late, It brought me to this fateful hour Cast off like a withered flower. Like the sound of a siren song My fate has suffered grievous wrong Now my days are barren and bleak If the heavens ever did speak I pray for my life to survive I no longer can keep alive, Lest I get some serenity I will hurt for eternity. ~01/16/2022 ~Contest: "C" Form - Calm ~Sponsor: Constance La France.

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Date: 1/17/2022 8:41:00 AM
Well expressed Abdul. I can understand in these times how people can feel like this. I hope you have a nice day :)
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Heidi Sands
Date: 1/17/2022 10:19:00 AM
Yes, I agree Abdul :)
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Abdul Malik
Date: 1/17/2022 9:14:00 AM
Thanks Heidi. Don't you think the simpler times were calmer? The more progress we make, the more stormy our lives get.