My spirit soars in the squall,
tempestuous wind howling my body away,
a frenetic ire known only to me, all-consuming.
Then comes peace, bluster departing.
I spin silently through troposphere,
feeling the sudden gravity as I plunge.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
My spirit soars in the squall,
tempestuous wind howling my body away,
a frenetic ire known only to me, all-consuming.
Then comes peace, bluster departing.
I spin silently through troposphere,
feeling the sudden gravity as I plunge.
