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Quiet after the storms
Quiet after the storms
Silence deafens after the storm
until the wren sounds the all clear;
all life thrills to their trill of joy:
we live we live we live —
we have survived.
In the hush after the beating:
the sound of steps walking away;
they are heard through the tears, noted
with a sigh, they will live —
for one more day.
The old oak has withstood the rain,
a century of wind; today
it rests in the bosom of mud
that it once reigned over —
gone with the storm.
New headstones state that here they lie
beneath the grass that greener grows,
where no signs need proclaim with words:
safe-at-last safe-at-last —
do not disturb.
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