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Aug 2017
Feelings wax and feelings wane
as the tides or the rain.
Emotions come and then they go
as the winters freezing snow.
They blow on with blustery power
but even a gale feeds the flower.
Beauty can be born
after life has been torn.
I have felt like this, sometimes. when days are good. i feel that the storm will end and i will see my way out. then i look back and see from where i've come, and think, "maybe i'm just in the eye."
Written by
Patrick
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