Storm

she's a force

to be reckoned with

a toss of her cascading hair

infects young hearts

one word

from the cherry lips

can heal

or cut to the bone

when she steps into a room

people sit up

and take notice

they want to catch her attention

to see recognition

in her deep blue eyes

she's tough and she knows it

she knows how her presence

creates a full-on gale

and you are beginning to realize

why storms are named after people

The End

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