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Draped in the morning’s rays

Eyes like water drops, glisten

No spring ever pure

Could cleanse the visions portrayed

She glances the heavens

Trees sway, like flinging arms

How quick the sun cowers

The tempest claims the day

Eyes like drowning fronds

Without a sound she is screaming

No god takes pity

A song plays in her mind

Despite the wind’s rage

She walks, unnerved and calm

The tempest entranced

It forgets to unleash the rain

Hypnotized by her bold stance

The tempest blinded and fooled

The winds did not cease for her

The menacing clouds were moved

As much as it struggled

Her image faded in the distance

He felt the weight of his sorrow

And would flood the lands anew...