Dust Storm© Poem by Roann Mendriq

A spirit whirling in the air,
is in the whipping wind today;
Try to catch it, if you dare,
and watch it simply fly away.

It lifts the air in waves of dust,
that blinds me with a speckled veil;
It swirls around me in a gust,
I feel myself beging to flail.

It's robust, strong and quite intense,
It's power knows no earthly bounds;
It's ruthless might is vast, immense,
It blows me over on the grounds.

So there I am right on the street,
This wind has swept me off my feet!
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