Penultimate Transfer

I sense the anger within you,
It burns
through all that is good in you.
You feel it,
the white-hot flashes
of lightning when you think
of what angers you.
Give me your angers,
your worries and doubts,
let loose your wrathful bolts
and like the earth that greets them,
I will still stand.
No storm lasts forever,


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