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The Eye Of The Storm
A Poem About Personal Peace
Clouds of white
Drift in rivers
Across blue fields
Above our heads.
Their mirrored twins
Glide over the
Still serene glass
Of the quiet lake;
And become one of the
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That dapple our lives
Like islands of refuge
Lost amidst
Angry wastelands,
That we filled
With private cyclones
And barren souls.
It is there that
Without a word spoken
The Creator of Heavens
Bids us to sheathe
Our nicked swords
Of toil and labor,
And join him
To lay on the grass-
And
Gaze
At His clouds.
Adron Dozat
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