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The Peace of Time (Poem)

The night is rigid, dark, and gloomy

Tears of rain drop into the muddy puddle

Particles collect forming monstrous clouds

Thunder rumbles and the ground shakes and breaks


And yet...


In the morning the sun rises

Sunlight appears and shines through the clouds

Rays appear and reflect brilliantly off the water

The puddles appear clear suddenly

And peace has been restored

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