Back on the train, on my morning commute and what do I see? New thoughts on an old adage.
Tag: storms
Quell
Raging rivers flow through me Threatening to tear me apart I trust in but one thing to thwart that which would consume me Only you can quell the battle within With arms wrapped tight around me Waves crash upon the rocky shore I know I am safe And soon, like the passing of millennia [...]
In Your Arms
There's a storm on the horizon
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