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Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Symbiotic



He was
Like a never ending storm
That churned 
In her thoughts
Raging  
Crashing down
All the protective walls
Of her reserves
And sanity

She was
Like the calm that comes
After the storm
Waiting
Quietly, patiently
Knowing
That at the end 
Of every storm
Appears a rainbow
That adorns, enriches
And beautifies life

And yet neither could do
Without the other

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