A Mighty Gust

Whirling winds
A high pitched sound
Lost all grins
Stay underground

Sadly enough
Its back again
Hard and ruff
Killing more men

Flying objects
Battered roofs
The speeding winds
The town hall moves

It comes to a halt
Everything stops
One last jolt
and its all over

Buildings are dust
All is silent
One mighty gust
Ended up far to violent

by Bianca N/A

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