No More, No Less

You may laugh with the fury of a thunder storm
Or you may pose a cornered soft breeze grin 

Your choice is known for certain and will move the eyes who speak to your terms.

And as for the curious with whom their dialect remains foreign 

The sun settles her knowing light upon them as she has given warmth to us

No more, no less.

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