She blew in iike a torid storm.
My life in turmoil,
world upside down.
My life's work, torn to bits.
Hurricane Lover, hit my life hard.
Cold as the wind she drew,
quick as a flash, off into the blue.
I stand here, clothes but a shred.
Somehow I survived her,
most other men would be dead.
A survivor of a great catastophe.
I Sddiqi 22/01/2010
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