May 9, 2011
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I feel the roaring thunder-
I see lightning’s fierce colors-
I stroll hoping
A better destiny meets me up ahead

But what I find is
A storm-
A storm ahead of me.

I stroll down a wide alley
Umbrella in hand
There is still a thin white sheet
Of snow
On the ground.
Walking, thinking back
upon those childhood memories where I’d run
And hide,
I keep walking and think and smile-
How I miss those days
When I just wanted to grow up.

Now there’s nowhere to run
And nowhere to hide.
I’ll take the umbrella-
I’ll face this storm-
This time not by myself-
We’ll come back glorious.

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