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the littles
(a special thank you to kimmie for the title)
turbulent,
raging,
mists hang low.
thunder,
lightning,
like a fierce blow.
rattle,
shudder,
wind so wild.
cuddle,
tremble,
like a child.
storm rages outside
and within.
adrift and lost...
needing to find
home again.
© TZ
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