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Apr 2010
I can hear the whispers in the rain
Against me they conspire
To tear down defenses I have built
As protection from the fire

I’m watching the storm clouds passing by
They laugh at my dismay
As I see the walls come crashing down
The rain was going to save

Now lightening strikes on every side
The rain no longer falls
I hear all the whispers dissipate
Along with all the walls

Completely exposed to the flame
No defenses left in sight
I find my strength without the rain
With no walls I fight
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
Neva Flores Varga Smith
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Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
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