Red

There is a storm forming
     On the other side of the ocean
It's building stamina as time passes by
     In the hearts of loved ones
It's roots are deeper but fragile
     This has been going on for generations

There is a meeting being held

There is a storm forming
     In this side of the ocean
This new storm is unpredictable 
     Nobody knows what winds it would bring
     No one knows what hue of darkness it would be dressed in
This baby storm is a maturing elephant

Phone calls are being made
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Lovechild Avatar
March 15, 2015 at 11:02 AM
I guess when it comes to assessing urgency to any matter, distance is a key, very illuminating, great write.
Lamoureux Avatar
March 12, 2015 at 10:23 AM
This is an ominous piece!
Hunjeri Avatar
March 13, 2015 at 6:20 AM
Richard u know I had to Google "ominous". Me of little English:-) I think ominous is kinda hot. Thank you Richard.
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