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Wind doth whistle and chill
Eyes sting through spray
That doth fly abruptly
From the swirling waves
Tears stream as if through grief
Yet hidden as they live amidst the splattered water
Running like sap down a severed tree trunk
Beside wet skin and cloth alike
Remember the peace before the storm
Will return once more
Gather senses and feel the force of nature
Through this ferocious tide;
Touch reality and creation
In its most energetic form
Stunning imagery
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Thanks, Jae. Pleased you think so.
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“Remember peace before the storm will return once more” is an excellent line.
Each line seems to embed an image in the mind. Well done.
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Thank you, Patricia.
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The force of nature is quite violent at times, exciting almost but thankful we are that it eventually calms and we can relax again.
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Exactly, Oldegg… and that calm after the storm is most relaxing indeed!
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“Through this ferocious tide;
Touch reality and creation
In its most energetic form”
Lovely imagery in this, Tom!
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Pleased you think so! Thanks, Sara!
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A damned good piece of work Tom!!! 🙂
I love storms!!! 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
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Ah… thank you very much, Prenin! 😀
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