The air is greasy, thick with humidity; s t i l l n e s s rules the late afternoon; distant thunder rolls with a lover's message; preternatural darkness falls ... weather approaches. The smell of ozone drifts through open windows; first raindrops drum a song on the roof, keeping time to the passionate meter we're feeling. We make love to the patterns of lightning and thunder ... keeping time, we create our own storm ... after the ride is over, we will ride the whirlwind back to Earth.
In your well chosen words, you know reveal WHY you folks out there are having so many earth shattering storms and disturbances! Now, for gosh sake, slow down, and let those whilwinds settle down to only tornadoes. . .
Good job, here..... - Bill
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
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Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :D
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love and peace, Carole
Good job, here..... - Bill
A beautiful poem here, keep up the great work
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Michelle!
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A very passionate and intense allegory of a striking thunderstorm from your accomplished pen...
Love and Harmony
Peter