“She was like a hurricane”, he grinned
Soft at first, like the autumn breeze
Embracing you in its balmy wind
Giving the dying air a new lease
Like kisses soothing every wrinkled crease
Each movement seemed aimed to please
The trees swaying in a happy dance
Birds flapping & chirping in joyous trance
All lulled by her deceptively sweet song
But nothing that magical can last too long
The wind gathers speed at a scary pace
Like a scorned lover in a crazed state
Whose soft arms hit now like iron mace
You run for cover but can’t escape fate
The trees now shiver, birds cry scared
All pleading mercy but none is spared
They fall from roots, winged souls from nests
Pounded to the pulp like puny little pests
Then go your windows and soon your doors
Its wrath like apocalypse from mythical lores
Tearing down home like she would your heart
You ignored warning signs from the start
Now left with broken pieces, bruised & battered
Everything in chaos, the town all scattered
And then the struggle to recover & keep sane
“She was much like this hurricane”, he grinned again
“The trees now shiver, birds cry scared
All pleading mercy but none is spared ”
Great line.
Thanks:)
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“Like kisses soothing every wrinkled crease
Each movement seemed aimed to please
The trees swaying in a happy dance
Birds flapping & chirping in joyous trance”
A amazing poem. Filled with energy and a temptress. Nothing better.
Thank You!:)
You are welcome.