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Who Am I?
A storm trapped in a rain drop
Hurricane wrapped in a wave
Hundred mile winds twisting within a breeze
Devastating quakes in every stone
Dirt speckled snow blanketed over bones
A forest of memories behind a cosmic window
Ash curls out into nebulous tendrils of purple and blue
A ghost of an echo
No longer able to self recognize
Thursday 7th December 2017 3:56 pm
What am I?
I come suddenly,
My presence unexpected.
A shocking jolt,
Without reflection.
And as you look
Upon my form,
Just a mirror
Of your inner dorm.
And when your breath
Takes the air around,
A single sound
To fill the town.
Saturday 30th April 2016 4:08 am
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