A Storm Poem by anthony florence

A Storm

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How fast they spin.

My emotions.

I want to reach up and touch them.

I'm afraid to loose a finger or two.

Maybe a hand.

I have to.

They need to stop.

I want to feel and talk to them again.

Or do I?

If they don't understand, how can I?

I know why.

It's a gift hidden in a deep well,

Dissolving to protect what's left.

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