THE RAGING STORM ROLLS
ON,
PICKING UP TINY MORSELS.
TOSSING THEM ASIDE.
RIPPING AT MY EMOTIONS,
TUGGING AT HEART STRINGS.
COVERING THE LAND WITH
WATER,
AS FAR AS EYES CAN SEE.
COURTING THE BEACHES,
DISTURBING THE SAND.
GATHERING IT TOGETHER,
WHIRLING IT TO SEA.
THE RAGING STORM GAINS
MOMEMTUM,
ROLLING ON TO ETERNITY.
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