Hurricane coming in
Whirling winds
High tide
Rain
Batters us with its wind
Floods us over with its tide
Soaks us with its rain
There is a passion in me
That yearns with the fury of the storm
Whirling through my mind
Flooding me
You were there with me in the storm
Somewhere you were lost
I found you once before you drowned
Will I find you again?
The calmness of the eye
Wind dies
Tide calms
Nothing
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