Below, the storm, tumultuous and twisted by fury and angst....
The sea rising in whip and whirl....
Above, birds and angels fly over gray and spurious clouds formed of lies and hate....
Peace awaits those willing to soar above the fray....
To touch faces of loved ones whispering, it will be okay.
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The sea rising in whip and whirl....
Above, birds and angels fly over gray and spurious clouds formed of lies and hate....
Peace awaits those willing to soar above the fray....
To touch faces of loved ones whispering, it will be okay.