Passion

Fleeting rainstorms arouse a scent of natural redolence. Lightning reminds us of its power, Thunder cracks our ears in remembrance of scary childhood sounds And emotions run as deep as the crack of a tsunami. We are carried along, swiftly raised, As if by tidal wave and lowered. . . Then taken again, as if by whirlwind, To higher heights! Only to be returned By the swirls of an eddy! Tornadoes, typhoons, hurricanes, all, Thrash water upon the shores To remind me of your passage Through these encompassing limbs!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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August 7, 2015 at 9:21 PM
passion is born of the fire required to inspire the desire to take the reader higher....you achieved that here....;)
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