Storms within the mind,
Storms of the heart,
Storms gripping the soul
Storms around you, or
Storms above.
Storms come and will eventually go away.
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I love a good storm usually clears the air in more ways than one. Thank you for your poem.
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Hey Marty, I like this, but the third line may have an error. You may not want to put the “the” before the word soul. It would flow better. Your greatest fan, Di Lol
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I fixed it. Thanks Diane!
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