Wind, not still air.
For the whirlwind
Is far more fair.
But fierce in pow'r,
Speaking this hour.
The wind will blow-
In love.
It will destroy.
In love
The debris flies.
In love.
Hurricane's here.
In love
The trees fall down.
My heart will drown.
In love.
(Nov 20, 2009)
1 comments:
Wow. I haven't looked at your blog in forever. I really like the one. Its very poetic sounding with assonance and consonance. I don't know if you meant to... but you did. Its very well done. I love it.
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