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Hurricane

November 20, 2012
By Dominic Renna BRONZE, Brewerton, New York
Dominic Renna BRONZE, Brewerton, New York
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I was born of the ocean
My warm and salty bed
I made waves swell
My warning skies red
With my warnings ignored
An anger had sparked
I took path to land
Intentions now dark
I ruined your towns
I conquered, I fed
The same thing, in fact, my ancestors did
Only those that are brave
Know the secret I hide
They’ve stayed long enough to look me in the eye
There I keep peace
I paint creamsicle skies
The most beautiful calm that you’ll feel in your life



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