Dark clouds looming over the Hottentots mountain,
hiding the sun
Herded by the stormy southeaster
My words being swirled and twirled
Flipped and flopped
Scattered on long unruly fields
as the clouds cleared
the wind simmered to a breeze
gathering my scattered words
into this verse
Its amazing what the rain does to my senses
Makes my heart wild
my mind intoxicated
enhances my senses
I am in love with life
happy
I see through the facade
I do not walk
I float
Elevated
Divinely blessed
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