Win With Woe

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The wind moans.
The thunder roars.
The lightning strikes.
But yet,
Through all this
Mess,
That one tulip stands strong.
With a deep orange –

Red hue,
Fighting the world
All on its own.
And,
All of a sudden,
Sunlight escapes me.
And through all this fog,
I see hope.





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