WRITER'S OF THE STORM

I am one of them now.
Storm tried to ravage me somehow.
But here I stand still smiling.
Here I sway my hand, sweating.
It's not just as easy to survive.
It takes a lot of courage to be alive.
But once storm visits me ahead.
I will embrace it's befalling on my head.

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