He ran for the gate.
The thunderstorm sitting on the horizon,
like a cat ready to pounce
His heart was racing.
He had to hurry.
The wind was calling to him
like a long lost friend.
He had to keep moving,
or he would be caught,
in the storm.
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PoezjaHey everyone! This is a small collection of poems I have written, I hope you like them!
