As the storm came closer I felt my body go still
I stood there unable to move, held against my will
I watched as the trees were ripped up around me
I watched as houses flew by
I stood in the middle of it all
Not moving no matter how hard I would try
I stood there frozen until the storm passed
So grateful that something so violent will never last
Nyx
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Nicceee!
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MJ !! I missed you buddy
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I’m getting caught up on your stuff.
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I have to get to your site too – life is crazy – moving and school and work and things. lol
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I love the imagery. I’ve often used storms as a metaphor myself, but you do it so much better than me 🙂
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That’s not true my friend – you are a great writer 😁
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🙂
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nice one. https://getreblog.wordpress.com/
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Thank you
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Beautifully phrased.
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Thank you my awesome friend ❤
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Phenomenal photo, fits perfectly with the flow of words
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Thank you
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The pleasure is all mine
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