A storm churns
Slowly grinding its way
leaving a path of destruction
I stand back
in Awe of Nature's fury
And for a moment I forget
The turmoil inside me
My Brain comes to a screeching halt
Like a defibrillated Heart
It starts back again
The Same circuits
The same tracks
It still leads me down the same path
the Dirt road, the smell of sand
Where we first kissed.
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