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She stopped, her lips open agape. The winds howled as they enveloped her, rippling a grey Marled sweater against her back like a sinking ships flag as she glared at the sea. Her stare was a devilish dream sinking you into a dark daze. The waves screamed as they crashed and lightning flashed against her eyes. What beautiful hazel eyes they were. She then met my eyes With the stealth of a hawk A swift motion followed by a shocked expression came across her, I just wanted to help, I said in dispair, Such awful thoughts in such a person. No wonder nature created women, with such fierce and compassionate nature tied up into one.
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
They Called Her Hurricane
She stopped, her lips open agape. The winds howled as they enveloped her, rippling a grey Marled sweater against her back like a sinking ships flag as she glared at the sea. Her stare was a devilish dream sinking you into a dark daze. The waves screamed as they crashed and lightning flashed against her eyes. What beautiful hazel eyes they were. She then met my eyes With the stealth of a hawk A swift motion followed by a shocked expression came across her, I just wanted to help, I said in dispair, Such awful thoughts in such a person. No wonder nature created women, with such fierce and compassionate nature tied up into one.
My first go at a short story type poem, tell me what you think! Any feedback is always welcome (:
VanessaMarie
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
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