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Jun 2014
They say that every cloud has a silver lining.
So I held onto that hope to keep from falling.
Only then did I realize that I'd been deceived.
When it sliced through my palms and and I fell to my knees.
The sun disappeared, silver turned to gray.
Unable to stand, I could only but pray.

They say that every cloud has a silver lining.
A precious mineral found in the dull of the stone.
I thought I had found it in dark once while mining.
The ceiling collapsed and broke every bone.

They say that every cloud has a silver lining.
I searched the smoke to find that light.
Thought I had found it piercing and blinding.
I stared far too long, now my day is night.
Isaac
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Isaac  Canadia
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