Evelyn Klebert

The sky is purple,
and the air is turbulent.
and the crack of change is thundering all about.
No one can tell what tomorrow will bring
or even the very next moment
for that matter.
But somehow, somewhere,
there is peace in knowing
a calm shore awaits if only within.

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