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The robust wind,
Strong enough to shake my whole apartment building
Including myself inside
And the stormy rain gusting afterwards.

I wish these impenetrable powers strong enough
To oust my old,
The old way of being,
And the old way of seeing.

To find my true being,
That existed from the birth,
An original way of being,
And the authentic way of seeing.

Without any doubt
With a calm confidence
Without instability
With a long deep breath

My true name was a Storm.

Flora Lee