Mature Made Haze
Of The Storm - Poem by Mature Made Haze
With the last roll of thunder,
With the final roar of the wind,
With the thinning swells of rain,
With the dying glow of the sky's white light,
Comes a peace like no other,
Appearing amidst serenity,
And with the first pillars of the shining sun.
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