Beggar or king she is unimpressed,
Both young and old she takes to rest;
Saint or sinner, with equanimity,
Maintaining her unbiased symmetry.
She comes in many guises, forms;
The softest breeze, a violent storm,
A lengthy waste, the briefest breath,
An agony or gentle death...
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