From nowhere does the sandstorm break
A surge that ends calamitous
That carries all before its wake
Casts in the pit of; Emptiness
The summer streams that babble on
To winters stormy seas
The hurricane that won’t be gone
Born of the gentle breeze
All moves within its sphere to burn
How swift that piercing arrow flies
Call at once …. for its return
A wish …. The wounded heart denies.
Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2020
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