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Sunday, March 1

The Storm

Winds howling,
the blizzard is prowling
     - no mercy in sight.

The Storm:
     a Revolutionary War;
     a relentlessness storm
         - of historic proportions.

The Coast:
     war-torn;
         death entwined with life,
         as the whirlwind of ice
             - devastates beyond prediction.

The End:
     mayhem has set;
         no food, no water, no light;
         no travel day or night
         until the storm rescinds:
             ending her fury of ice!

The Storm by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse