What Be This Twisted Dream?
In a dream I dreamed a picture of a grey filled sky....Appearing out of nowhere,were four tornadoes,flying way up high.
Two more appeared...
Then just as fast,all were gone.
No ground or grass was seen....
No greenery was in the dramatic dream,nothing green.
All twisters were in a row...
Assaulting towards all,to go.
Damaged was the scene to be...
Hurt and danger and disparity.
Depression,all about laying in debris,here and there...
All scenery destruct ions making everyone to amazingly stare.
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