The Storm

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The winds are enraged

Dust pricks my eyes

Falling trees

The baby’s crying

The glass breaks

Petrified crows howling whistles

Eagles scurrying back

To the nest

Squabs clutched and aghast

The parched wind

Asking for more

We’re all blinded, choking

Shudder not, pray

The rain is a few miles away

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Abbey is a wordsmith, poet, and freelance writer. He spends most of his time swimming in a sea of words and prefers staying oblivious to everything else.

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Abbey is a wordsmith, poet, and freelance writer. He spends most of his time swimming in a sea of words and prefers staying oblivious to everything else.

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