The surge of feelings
At the sight of you
Swirled around me
Like a personal tornado.
We are long over
Our past buried deep
But when our eyes meet
They remember to weep.
The surge of feelings
At the sight of you
Swirled around me
Like a personal tornado.
We are long over
Our past buried deep
But when our eyes meet
They remember to weep.
Leading the way, marking memories
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
In the material and spiritual realm
Wanderlust Through Words
What is writing if not conjuration magic?
in search of peace
for what was and what is yet to be
Poetry, Healing Poetry, Self-Love, Self-Awareness, Benefits, Guidance
A Weave of Words 
That ending worked so well. And this is cool: “Swirled around me / Like a personal tornado.” You always give me something fresh.
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Thank you, Ben! Always appreciate your feedback. Quite fond of those lines too 😀
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Yes. Awesome lines. Glad I got to see them.
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