Tempest

Hast thou seen a storm

wrought by a beauty unseen,

The element o’ sound and fury

an accomplice willingeth?

 

 

Shivers of thrilled pain

shooteth up the spine as,

The stomach churneth into

a mish-mash of pointless frustration.

 

 

Delirious, doubled up as the feet

pitter-patter to the London City,

Torrents of rain hiteth the streets

in a consoling drench of coolness.

 

 

The lesson that thou learneth

is one of endurance and laughter,

That be it bad times or a tempest

in the end, you findeth calmer guts !!!!

~Ben Young~

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