Thursday, April 7, 2016

PASSION AND FEAR




Storm is coming.
Hitting the shore.
Palm trees flying.
And so much more.

Anger raises the waves.
Passion kicks up the sand.
Fear hides behind clouds.
Marching in like a band.

I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds pick up the pace.

His anger brings passion and fear.
Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.
His can easily moves mountains.
For me he moves the sky above.

THE DEAD GAME
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