30 October

Thinking thoughts rage on
paced with lurid lightning
strikes thundering roars.

Mine mind, the gull
the girl who sits tattered and
torn from winds and more.

Escape, but where?
Where shelter holds ground, but
to see past the rain and earth-
bound clouds is vision
without care.

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