Hello Tornado

Snap fingers into fire
Burn ash burn;
Inhale ease and comfort music,
Self rummaging through thoughts.
Flick my addiction into the forest leaves;
Dreams of the forest leave;
Dying with the jungle breeze;
The wind singing me to my knees.
Seas so serene,
Scenes so insightful inside them the sight is full.
Blinding beauty;
A lovely array, without sunshine.
O this world of mine
Mind whirlwinds the snow, hello tornado.

Hello Tornado

Kenneth Barber

Ann Arbor, United States

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