Look forward to a new sunrise

Life sometimes is kind
And at times cruel
It gives us roses
With the thorns
Gives us a lotus
In the marsh
We have to seperate
The good from the evil
We have to distinguish
The good from the bad
After every storm
There is a calm
After every night
There is a day
Am now waiting for the storm in my life to pass
Am waiting for the night to get over
Looking forward to a new sunrise.

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