Storm came abrupt -
charging its way,
striking around,
messing the way..
Storm - it was pure,
sudden and bright!
Storm, simply storm -
water and light!
Storm I provoke -
twine me within,
cast me away,
do as I say!
Just be the power!
I'll be the way.
Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©
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