Wounds of childhood,
Have been locked up,
In closets above,
Deep in the attic,
Where they are kept,
And willed to be lost,
Alas! As they surface,
Now and then, afresh,
And are remembered,
Never to be forgotten,
But only to be forgiven.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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wanting more.