Friday, April 7, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day 7

-Wind-

The wind blows
And a shiver runs through me
As the howling rises
And echos in my ear.
Mother Nature is throwing a fit-
A small child in the midst of a temper tantrum.
How should we pacify her?
How should we calm the raging storm?
The answer is hidden in the gusts
Just out of reach.

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