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When trials come like furious wind to blow you down,
To tear your tender heart and have your tongue -- a pawn.
Be strong and fight for liberty and equity;
Not by your arms or guns but by your ink and words.
In cold and ignorance. I wept for its depart.
How cold! How cold! It did intend to break my heart.
And standing still, and seeing all last rays be gone;
That made all clouds to paint a crimson sketch aloft.
A clean and clear, white sheet of paper; messed by ink.
The world and me, the people here; we live that brink.
Just like this night -- a villain veiled -- and then I sigh.
This tyrant darkness shakes my shoulders. Solitude!
I gazed upon the darkest sky and then I saw --
The stars. They flash like fiery embers through and through --
To east, to west. They're everywhere. To north to south
Like precious jewel there, so distinct and rare.
There's nothing good as merry as mellow meadows.
An airfield of gentle buzzing breeze; mine shadows --
Doth smile and racing with my fingers; the grasses --
And theirs as if hands they reach on me, wanting me --
I sighted golds within the sun's coruscate beam,
And tiny drizzles are blessings that falls downstream.
The trees now rested in an open peacefulness.
The birds performs aloft, and in bliss with the wind.
