It went with the wind
perfectly blowing us in
as it turned into a storm
we started running in pain.
My love, a cyclone, you see,
is always the victim's responsibility
and as I held your hands tight
another hurricane was in sight.
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PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
