Victory Of Chance

When the tornadoes surreptitiously come
frantically we search for a hand to hold but instead feel the scorching fingers of the sun

Like a dessert in our lungs stealing at our breath
our heart's rolling like ocean waves leaving us bereft

Sweet relief in the silence when all becomes stone and still
so carefully the water breaks pretending it does not spill

Searching for a loop hole somewhere we can carefully fall through
and we flutter together just beneath the surface with dragonfly wings of blue

Rain can't flood our dreams here nor can the storms stop us from our dance
the forever of our magic moment the victory of chance





























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