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Aug 2015
I do not wantΒ Β 
Shelter from this rain.
I Let it wash away
My pain.

I do not want
Shelter from this wind.
I want to push against it
And win.

When the storm is over
For once and for all,
I keep my head up,
I stand tall.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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