Force And Discourse

Poem By steven turner

Walk with the storm in their face
Waves roll in one after one
Crash against rocks in that place
One after one then they're gone

One blowy night by the coast
Held by her hand through his arm
Nature playing the host
Winds and rain are the charm

Words stifled in flight
Huddled together for heat
Squeezing her hand really tight
Ocean and land where they meet.

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