Suddenly the sky is covered
by dark cloud as if
there will be a tornado touching down.
I am standing in the pasture,
looking at the funnel of cloud,
thinking about you.
I see you coming, accompanying
the imminent tornado,
with your electrifying beauty
and elegant air,
and creating havoc in
my heart and mind.
Just like tornado, I know,
you will leave moments
after you touch down in my heart,
leaving behind a soul
shattered and devastated
as bad as a demolished village.
Still, I want to embrace you,
even for few moments,
with grace and bravery,
and imbue myself with
the delicate veneer of your love—
ever fleeting, ever eluding,
ever slipping—and
relish the rest of my life
recollecting the tornado
that tore my heart.
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