The Changing weather,
The shift in the signs.
It twists, it turns,
Becoming white hot.
The pain...
From the pressure.
It builds until it feels,
Rolling hills and never stopping.
The hot white comes to the point.
Pressure shifts.
Ends.
White hot leaves.
Suddenly.
Until the next changing.
The next shift in the never ending cycle.
Monday, May 11, 2015
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