As fumes flow through it,
Thickening in it's precipitation,
Unable to control its swirling devastation,
Personified geological damage,
This disaster would implore a savage,
Red is the colour,
Head becomes the other,
These fumes are choking,
Throat is croaking,
Mouth opened –
to fire fume-filled flares,
NATURAL disasters always provoke stares,
Every glance is irking,
Any word leaves explosion lurking,
DO NOT DISTUB Disaster,
Leaving fumes alone, puts them out faster,
It is said devastation occurs to allow reflective learning,
But it's sometimes better to allow that flare to keep on burning.
I love that sometimes I'm comfortably confused in your writing..I kinda got that sometimes you're fighting or wanting something that can never really be, no matter how you think you've planned it
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