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The Coming Storm

A blind fury builds in my belly of cloud, winding up like a spring over an angry ocean. Soon I will let go. I care nothing for your prayers and follow only the dark formula of chaos. A butterfly bore me. For the moment sit in your comfortable chair near the window, listen to a gentle breeze rustle the leaves. Take in the beauty of the morning sky colored red by a rising sun. I come.

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Date: 2/4/2025 12:50:00 PM
‘The blind fury builds’….what a great start to your wonderful poem Paul which l really relate to…..love the build up to a storm! Love this one my friend! Debx
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