Non-Erotic PoetryPassions FuryIrish stubborn
Cherokee heart
Apache warrior
fierce, wild as the wind
child of air
rides midnight sun
while storms rage beneath
Could feel the wind
whispering in her blood
as angers fog set in
masked moments too long
little too late for second
or seconds unknown
Cold chill rocked through
turbulent skies
forces pull from all directions
Beckons the child
to their call
Keeper of the winds
spreads wings
takes flight once again
passions fury met with
dust storm of illusion
thus the heart concludes
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