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Cyclone

The first thing I feel is warmth A calm breeze blowing And the feeling of being renewed Then a blazing heat rises Almost unbearable Burning me, parching my throat Another change to cooler temperature Chilly winds blow Dry leaves whip my face Then all is frozen Too cold to sustain life The world becomes white Endlessly spinning Birth, death and rebirth The earth forever caught in a cyclone
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andrew-t-hannah
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Apr 24, 2013
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