Pieces of Writer Whimsy
Monday, May 9, 2011
Inner Calm
The storm brews golden, over my peace,
But inside it cannot touch or feel or reach-
It cannot shake my inner calm,
My way guided by a tokened palm,
Near, far, wherever my feet land,
In my heart telling me I can.
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