Thundering spirals
Interlocked with vengeance
Mother nature’s finger guides
Ripping and wrenching
Everything in its path
Tossing objects asunder
Far and wide
aggression and violence
But solitude and peacefulness
Lie within the walls
Nothing stirs
No remorse or apology
Nieve and lacking awareness
It thunders on
Dropping carnage’s offspring
In its wake

  1. xplorer1959 says:

    Reblogged this on The Adventures of Roland McCray and commented:
    There’s a beauty in this that I can’t quite name…

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