A storm's eye hides in mist
as irascible winds surround
Turbulence rounds his fist
ready to strike down.
calm be the nations
deep in complacent trance
but the storms of Devastation
blows in the winds of chance.
cynthiabuhainbaello
11.28.12... repost 04.13.13
*Naani - poetry form of 4 lines - 25 syllables,
on any given topic. It may or may not rhyme.
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