Friday, 24 February 2017

Wild



The blast across the river
Blowing kisses at the waves
Clouds are throwing blankets
Not the kind that comfort craves

The air is filled with warnings
As turmoil hits the ground
Scattering directions
No sign of refuge to be found

Symphonies of driving forces
Are tuning up to sound insane
Chaotic choirs screaming shrill
Discordant chants of hurricane

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