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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The hurricane, so viscous, so violent! Yes, it must rain. This force is behind, This force beyond! Yet, finally it came. The winds, clever and dangerously rough, Please measure this poll. Dark clouds consume the heavenly skies, capturing ones soul. With a love so hard, yet, a love much too cold! Our world now spins, hopeless and out of control! You are you and I am me, Together, our climates capture and debate this Sea. These winds are too strong, our sky so dark and dim. Stricken with fear, too afraid to release what is deep within. The storm is here, so grab onto your soul! Yet, beware! This one is fearless and this one we share. Scream its name and it shall cry its love, For it be you, far beyond the heavens above! Hold your strength with a grip so tight, That storm will surely break, so where’s your fight? This hurricane can surely hold its own. Our little world can and will be shown. Our damage is as our damage does, Surely this tiny world isn’t our just and only cause! You hold that thought and forever we shall be, True love bound and forbidden to set itself free, Held within you and deep within me, This love was meant forever, One day this you shall see! This hurricane loves, yet, It wills to hate, The forbidden fruit conquered by its very own fate. Give your seeds, but stand your ground. Forever in this world! For once we shall not be lost, but found. ®Registered: Ann Rich 1997
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