“Twin Tornadoes”


Twin tornadoes
you and I;
we love, we fight,
we’re undefined.

Each wagon wheel
a face of time.
Each pauper rich
in poverty.

A train of thoughts
to chase the wind,
to trail the line
as track goes by.

We love, we fight,
as spins the hour.
Where do tornadoes
get their power?

Each dawning day
an open plain
for stormy calm
to blow again.

Written August 2012, Emma Dumitra.
Image from bvilleweatherman.deviantart.com.



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