Clouds roll in
sweep away the clutter
let the tide recede
wash away the grime
bare my soul, my mind
cleanse and start anew
let the winds reset
what's unwittingly askew
bird songs will return
with each rising sun
we must not despair
even when things seem
at an all time low and
never never must we think
of giving up on hope
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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