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| "Storm Spirits" Evelyn De Morgan |
The lake may appear to be placid, But there's a raging inferno inside The countenance may appear peaceful But there's unbridled anger I hide. The winds of resentment blow sharply Darkly brooding, grim thoughts storm my mind Threat'ning to erupt with a fury At the injustice that death's left behind Scathing words that once cut like razors Our opportunities fell by the side Sad wounds were left gaping and bleeding Battered, bruised and assaulted, I cried I cried 'cause our day-dreams were empty I cried thinking our promises failed My tears quelled the raging inferno And the sweet joy of our love has prevailed. |
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| Ramona, 05/08 |
| Music Playing: "It is Well With My Soul" |