Hurricane Eileen

The story
Ended there.
No love-fare,
No wells of kisses,
No war followed by peace, and
No laughs followed by tears.
The sand took over the green field, and
The wind blew in empty streets.
Hurricane Eileen
Did not make it
To the shores;
It did not touch down.
It was but an African
Breeze.
It was but a wind;
-A breathable air-
Carrying seeds
For dreamers
A cure for
Their love's fever.

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