Written on - 4 May 2021
Published on - 4 May 2021
Storm breaks.
Breeze heals.
Storms are strong.
They roar,
They break.
High above they soar,
Causing havoc.
Breeze blows,
They whisper.
They seem to propose,
Gently flowing...
Calling us, I suppose.
Most people want to be like Storm;
Strong, bold and vehement.
But I prefer being a breeze;
Gentle, kind and benignant.
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