The StormA Poem by A. HannahFirst one in a while. Anything constructive is appreciated
Like a whirlwind, entranced.
Imbued with a twist, a taught smile. Magnificently reigning and raining down. The death of which brings a calm, sigh. However you look through, The looking glass is thoroughly transparently translucent. Interpretations diluted by the opalescent behavior to which we speak. By what, we write. Which is right to us. The treacherous tornado, destructive, A deluge of passion Tempest of trepidation A sexual striation of thrust and force. Chaos it brings but calming, it seems. Leaves leaves, left by the wayside, Left by the storm. © 2017 A. HannahAuthor's Note
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