It's like a loud gale... <br />scorching hundred miles an hour <br />leaving bruises at the brim of mother-earth <br />it never stops be it twelve noon or midnight <br />but knows how to growl and wreck my high. <br /> <br />© Emu Getachew November 4,2009<br /><br />Emu Getachew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lust-85/
