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There is strength inside of pain wisdom whispers soft and still for I’ve learned to trust the rain. Wild spirit trumps the brain doctored by a solemn pill. There is strength inside of pain. Daily rushes done in vain shout and tumble, push and spill. I will listen for the rain. Does it matter if I’m sane labeled “crazy” “weak” or “ill”? There is strength inside of pain. Nothing ventured, nothing gained? You may make your way with will; I prefer to trust the rain. Blizzards rise and breezes wane. I fear neither drought nor chill. Here is strength inside of pain; Now I’ve learned to trust the rain.
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
I have learned to trust the rain (villanelle)
There is strength inside of pain wisdom whispers soft and still for I’ve learned to trust the rain. Wild spirit trumps the brain doctored by a solemn pill. There is strength inside of pain. Daily rushes done in vain shout and tumble, push and spill. I will listen for the rain. Does it matter if I’m sane labeled “crazy” “weak” or “ill”? There is strength inside of pain. Nothing ventured, nothing gained? You may make your way with will; I prefer to trust the rain. Blizzards rise and breezes wane. I fear neither drought nor chill. Here is strength inside of pain; Now I’ve learned to trust the rain.
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virginia-lore
Seattle
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
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