In the Storm

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In the storm

Stands the white rose

tumultuous waves

of destruction abound her

Yet tall is the white rose

strong in the face

Of the sensed doom around her

And she does not bow down

Pure is the white rose

In the compost earth

growing eternal strength

in the nights that so hurt

I see not the white rose

She is so far away

But I long to protect her

But only the words can I say

So I send her my words

And my poets heart

To help her when

there is hope to see her through

Be Strong little flower

Your heart will guide true

And as long as you want

I will always talk to you

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