The Storm gathered speed;
It roared in a ear deafening spirit.
It picked up droplets from the Sea,
Ready to destroy the Land
As his messenger of wrath.
The Sea was fierce
Like a warrior focussed
To destroy everything around him.
The Land stood like a silent saint.
Guards let down,
Accepting the storm's message;
Not scared of the noise,
Of what harm might come upon her.
Destruction was her only way,
To soak in the love of the Sea.
Naive as she was to understand,
What she mistook as love
Was always the Sea's attempt
To display his strength.
© Suranya
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