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ASTROPOETRY 4
Sometimes a storm comes from nowhere
Clouds covering the clear blue sky
Sometimes there's a hole in the clouds
A pathway through which we can spy
Will the rays of the Sun come through?
Will confusion find it’s way too?
Sometimes the Sun burns it all off
Sometimes the clouds have their way with you
By their nature storms are unknown
They can trigger growth or decay
You never know what you will get
Have hope and follow your pathway
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