Poem.
The sun is now shining brightly
Making my face beam,
And the clouds then mighty,
are now cloudlets thin,
The wind that was a gale,
is now a gentle breeze,
And what made me pale,
shall no longer seize,
The surge is gone,
and I can see the land,
The seas of emotions calm,
and I can firmly stand.
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