This is a poem that I wrote about people seeing what happenning in the storm before they die.
Look at the storm moving left to right like a little boy blue blowing his whisper tonight. Look at the winds moving with destruction like an 18-wheeler running over people without compassion. Look at the water that twist like a tornado. Look at the dreams of the dead people.
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