A Storm ClearsA storm rages on,
Unleashing its diabolic fury.
A small yatch hurries on,
Braving heaven's mighty tempest.
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The winds blew mercilessly,
The waves pounded endlessly,
But despite all,
His route remains clear, unwavered.
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Forward was where he meant to go,
And forward indeed is where he goes.
He is not to be intimidated,
He would not cower in fear,
For if he did,
He would sink for sure.
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Soon,
The faint siloutthe of an island appeared before him.
His destination was near.
The winds were calming,
The rains subsiding,
As rays of light emerge through the dark, dense clouds.
Hope.
Success.
The Storm has cleared.
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- A work by Melvin Tan