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Walking a lie and painting a mess
Chiseling stones showing today
Statues of brass climbing the page
Mountains and oceans dividing the light
Storms and blizzards left behind
Churning waves of rancor and lies
Lassoing stallions of lies and storms.

Crashing and smashing across the land
Like a circus troupe of clowns
Elephants and whales stampeding the sand
A storming cloud looming yielding now.

Now peddling recovery
Setting things back to center place
Children smiling and mothers laughing
Poets sculpting clouds of fluff
Sol shining in the dark
No longer bring blight.

By Chris_Breva

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