Your Storms Don'T Define You
The most brutal of storms ,
have not the courage to uproot the kindest hearts ,
.
The most violent rains ,
could soak you ,
couldn't dampen the soul .
.
And what keeps me going
is my burning desire ,
to live , to love, to dream,
.
As it was all left burning bright into flames,
after the strongest of winds died out.
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