Whirlwind

The heart’s hot climate- a hometown
Of obsession’s hurricanes. The eye
Of rejection’s self-pity never passes
Quickly enough. But in the throws
Of wind and rain, ripping apart homes,
And flooding road ways- rebuilding
Is encouraged. Progress forced upon us.
Obsession’s path of destruction paves
The road for summer’s affectionate breeze.

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About irishstag2013

I'm an amateur writer, just doing this for fun. "Trying to find the magic. Trying to write a classic. Waste bin full of paper" -Natasha Bedingfield
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