Typhoon - Poem by Trino Chan
In the boundless sky,
two different types of air mass,
waving their dreams in the sky.
In the fullness of time,
the cold air pushed into the rear of the warm air,
a wave developed.
Warm air advanced,
it rode over the cold air.
The pressure falled,
turning the tropical depression into a typhoon.
It brought unsettled weather and strong winds,
the warm air and the cold air separate eventually.
The typhoon turned back to an anticyclon,
flowing its air away from the centre,
remained stationary for days.
Now, the cloudless sky,
with little or no rain,
remaining the warm air and the light winds,
waving its own dream,
waiting for another conglomeration.
(27th of August,2004)
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