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Hurricane
He dreams more often than he sleeps.
Like a lion among wolves, he lay.
One eye open… one eye closed…
A heart guarded strong, but not simple.
and when he spoke? His words hit like a hurricane.
Unpredictable… Wreckage…
But he isn’t dangerous anymore.
Lily
Like a lion among wolves, he lay.
One eye open… one eye closed…
A heart guarded strong, but not simple.
and when he spoke? His words hit like a hurricane.
Unpredictable… Wreckage…
But he isn’t dangerous anymore.
Lily
Published 31st Oct 2017
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10th Jan 2018 2:07pm
Great write
short but powerful and packs a punch.
breadwinner,and protector comes to mind
"He dreams more often than he sleeps.
Like a lion among wolves"- fighting for the ideas and flight of something more than what currently is.
"when he spoke? His words hit like a hurricane.
Unpredictable… Wreckage…
But he isn’t dangerous anymore. "- this line is simply delicious. speaking of ones mind, putting the truth out for all to see.a poet on the pyre spilling their last words.
excellent poem ALLforJADE22
keep'em coming.
short but powerful and packs a punch.
breadwinner,and protector comes to mind
"He dreams more often than he sleeps.
Like a lion among wolves"- fighting for the ideas and flight of something more than what currently is.
"when he spoke? His words hit like a hurricane.
Unpredictable… Wreckage…
But he isn’t dangerous anymore. "- this line is simply delicious. speaking of ones mind, putting the truth out for all to see.a poet on the pyre spilling their last words.
excellent poem ALLforJADE22
keep'em coming.
