This violent storm catches on wind
and snow- furiously it fights its way
out to confront the ground arduously-
And this sight pulls my thoughts
-it tries- away from sunshine
gently falling on my being,
away from cool breeze
that wafts progressively to me
gently, endearingly, touching my face!
My thoughts of sunshine and breeze are
the reality of you ensconced in the
physical reality of storm -
But see, no amount of storm
be it wind, or rain, or snow
can obliterate my reality of you.
As postscript, my wishes best
you totally ace your test!
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