Walking through the whirlwind with grit in my eyes.
The rain's belting down as my heart be disguised.
Wrapped up in an invisible cloak.
I feel it's sensation.
As I'm starting to choke.
Making a moment into subliminal magic.
Spoken in whispers which are seen been not heard.
Words of significance.
Mere moments in time.
I write them in rhythm and now and then rhyme.
Good morning everyone.
It's not so ****** hot but I still see the sun.
(C)LIVVI