Whirlwind
I feel nothing
My mind, a black empty space
Deep, dark
Untouched
No one is there
Silent, no warmth, no coldness
Then you appear
Everything changes
The blackness fades away
Color flows in
Streaks of blue, purple, green, and so on
Painting my world a new
Tempest winds rage
Gusts of joy fly in
Gales of sorrow and pain are next
Forming a whirlwind of emotions
No one is safe
Not I, nor friend or foe
And you my dear
Will suffer the brunt of it
The whirlwind closes in on us
Picking up in speed and momentum
We can’t escape
It has swept us up
We fly into the air
Suddenly, the whirlwind slows to a gentle breeze
We begin to free fall
Smiles and laughs for a while
Until we crash down to earth
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