Windstorm of the Mind

Windstorm of the Mind
by Mark Rybka-Wachhaus


Darkness swirling
Endless clouds
Winds twisting
Grasping on
Dust flying
Trees bending
Leaves gusting
Lakes distend
Sweeping
Churning
Tornados fly

Words struggle from
within my grasp
taken by the
winds tugging
ideas from a
blank slate.

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