Whispering softly
and tenderly
"the storm is in me"--

I glare at the soul
and blow off the dust
scrape away the grime
Who is that in there?
Oh, it's You
I forgot You were here . . .

The winds of change blow roughly.

05/30/2002

Posted on 05/30/2002
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