Whipping The Wind
Storm coming
Another day past
Another minute gone
Ticking clock
Black brown angry clouds
Those never ending winds
Trees howling and yielding
Storm will come
Sooner or later
Skies will fall
Ocean assaulting Earth
Slapping my boat
Igniting the sky
Storm will be
Will be for sure
I’m so sure
No more waiting
For storm to come
I’ll start chasing the beast
Chasing today
Facing the man
Staring in the eye
Whipping the wind
Kicking the ocean
No more waiting
Not waiting
Just whipping the wind
Till storm comes
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