| Open Poetry #41 |
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Hurricane |
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eminor_angel Member
since 2003-05-22
Posts 323Canada |
Every night, when these clouds come out I wait for you to tell me it's over, To just say it's over Because your love is a hurricane and I am no longer The eye of this storm |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
nice poem, "i am not longer the eye of the storm" nice write ARCTIC WIND |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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moondogz Member
since 2007-05-01
Posts 397Great White North |
Interesting metaphors, I liked it. Yes the safest place during a "hurricane" is at the eye. Well done eminor_angel. moon. |
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