Storm

Dust laden and windy,
doors go BANG!
Tyres sreeching on the road,
I can hear shutters going down and window-panes slam.
A delight to feel,
the storm roar in my ears.
We’ve got secrets to share.
Like a touch of wild passion running through the bones,
carrying a familiar inkling,
of a gust of emotion.
A faint devotion,
to the savage ways,
of reckless days.

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