The Storm - ORIGINAL POEM

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Hide behind the veil, a dash of smiles and laughter for good measure,

Watch it all slip through your fingers, hanging on by a tether,

Walk through sunshine, walk through glass, mask your face from the bitter weather,

Keep still, huddle up close, the storm shall pass, cherish all that you treasure.

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