The Wind

Still sky, wrath suspended

The calm before the storm

Something unstoppable

Clouds taking form

Funneling to Earth

Stemming massive flows

Progression so deadly

In circles, they do go

Those who meet them, perish

Those who see them, hide

Never will they say again, “It’s just the wind, dear child”

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