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The Tempest

The growl of cold fury Growing deeper by the second Growing darker Growing ominous In a whirl of colours wind sleet Hail destruction and rain. Moist over the ocean Cities falling to its wrath As energy drops and subsides Fade from this dissolute path. The land lay silent Still and complete. Quietly awaiting The tempest's next deceit

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Jancarl Campi

Date: 4/9/2011 11:56:00 AM

This is the first time I am reading your work and I like it. This poem is well written. As I read it I feel that a black cloud is descending over the world. I can feel the tempest's next defent. Well done and well written. Have a nice day, Jancarl

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Date: 4/8/2011 4:23:00 PM

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Judy Konos

Date: 4/8/2011 12:27:00 PM

wow this is excellent....thank you....and welcome to Poetry Soup...Judy

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 4/6/2011 8:16:00 AM

Creative and interesting write on The tempest, Annie