A bit of poetry from my days at WCC (senior college days for moi):
Hurricane
Love is such a foolish
chance to take
Just like drowning
in the flood of a storm
There is rejection,
pain and heartbreak
Before he leaves;
end this gusting tornado
Danger is clear in view in this disaster
Please keep an open mind,
As well as an open heart--
Ready to be sliced by the knife of his words.
You are left again. . .alone.
This is the End; or is it?
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