Nature And Poetry

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Mostly I spend a time thinking about all the impossible things reversing.
All peaceful and all cracks inside me.

Destructive tornados
that can twirl me up
with the angry volcanoes
which explodes in my cup.

Surging seas
that overflow
the hidden beasts
I never know

Lightning blinds
my clear reflection
With deaf attitude
that refers to my affection

All those monsters inside me but that is my nature and reveals the real me, you see my picture.