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Buffeted constantly As in the corridor of the gale Stands she inwardly ravaged and pale It is in the nature Of the forever howling storm To blow whence and how it does from Step aside, away If you may, the Tempest to her says The torrent of me will remain this way But move not She can, for deeply rooted stands Nurtured and held by pleading hands So the weeping willowed Tree endures the fierce force Swaying yet bound strong to her source Weep not should she Nor cry out loud at her fate For chooses she to remain than die displaced.
~Glowing Embers~ 23rd Dec 2003
Kavitanjali
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