Frederick Kesner - Tempest

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The clouds part,
scattering in the wake
of a rushing mighty wind.

The heat rises,
surging upwards:
violating moist cocoons.

The hail darts,
streaks of bolts accompany
torrent and downpour.

The tempest moves,
swerving past looming
mountain ranges in a flash.

The chest heaves
apprehension abated-
turmoil dissipates.




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Frederick Kesner

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