Storm Children
One with the storm and running wild,
You laughed like a delighted child
As the wind ran its fingers through your hair.
You stretched your arms out, brown and bare,
In a fervent embrace
Of the rain that kissed your face.
A kindred spirit revealed to me,
On the shore of a storm-crested sea.
One with the wind, and the pelting grey rain,
Storm-children, we met by the tossing main.
You laughed like a delighted child
As the wind ran its fingers through your hair.
You stretched your arms out, brown and bare,
In a fervent embrace
Of the rain that kissed your face.
A kindred spirit revealed to me,
On the shore of a storm-crested sea.
One with the wind, and the pelting grey rain,
Storm-children, we met by the tossing main.
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