HIS PASSION MOUNTS

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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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HOLD ON TIGHT

Bolts of lightning light up the road.

We are nearing the eye of the storm.

Should we chase the storm?

Or should we give up and turn around?

We might never be given this chance again.

A chance to ride the storm.

Will we be thrown from our car?

Will we experience a rush of excitement?

Will animals and trees fly by us?

Let’s go.

We will never know unless we do it.

Hold on tight.

LOST IN THE STORM

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The storm is approaching the shore.

I can feel the dampness in the air.

The mist spraying against my face.

Strands of hair lifting in the wind.

The rumbling of thunder in the distance.

Flashes of light crossing the darkening sky.

Yes, I can feel it.

It’s almost here.