The eye of the storm where I am. <br />Above your two, below is the moon. <br />I am waiting for it to become full. <br />Small I am large and large I am small.. <br />Clouds pass by me suddenly. <br />Beauty how it shakes me. <br />Around the moon is one ring, <br />and who at your time I have settled. <br />Passing by the center a comet it comes. <br />Crossing the center moving lines, straightly. <br />The scar on the earth it is deep, round acutely. <br />Just your blinking star on the center of the earth, <br />how it moves me. <br />However it rains the scar is cleaned, completely. <br />The beauty of it how it shakes me. <br />Over the years who at one time I have settled. <br />In my world, I am you and you I am. <br />Faithfully with the life here thereafter and after one more. <br />All truth is then seen because of the eye, shaking death. <br />Passing by the center, <br />a comet it comes through the center. <br />The beauty of the scar, <br />the windows open is closing fast, more acutely.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-it-shakes-me/
