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A storm brewing on the horizon
Distant Thunder
In the distance, I can hear,
A low and rumbling sound,
Rolling closer, I can feel,
Vibrations all around.

The flash that splits the darkness,
And breaks the silent fear,
A fear, not of the darkness,
But, of the storm, so near.

The clouds are marching onward,
To greet their destiny,
Releasing all their anger,
In a quest to be set free.

Like a mighty army,
Dressed in blue and gray,
Battling for a future,
To seek a brighter day.

The storms of life seem endless,
And through the crashing blows,
We all strive to go forward,
And pray someday, peace shows.

When our lives are over,
With the dawn of another day,
We hope the time is brighter,
For those who pass our way.

M. S. Madden
© 1/97
Maddog Creations

The peace after the storm

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