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Poetry: Silver Lining

Wisps of clouds reaching for each other but fading before they can touch

Like the hands of the frail and the strong,

One reaching for the other but falling before the can meet.

Rain falls from the strong and the grey stormy insides drown the world around him

The grey becomes silver

Lightened from his burden

The strong, though forever changed, is free

As the White cloud floats high and away.