Weirdo
Thunder clapping and clamoring whilst air whooshes and rustle dried leaves whirling wind twirls the flowers as black birds chirps on mango trees. I laugh at weird nature as my pen sits besides me. I tuned my song bass from rock to solo then shake head to sorrowful melodies. Barks of dogs tint the weather as buzz! buzz! From weird insects blares out like a drumset. Tornado storm approach with speed black birds flap their wings and flee as my nostril got filled to the brim with sands and lightweight grime. a cough and sneeze with pale stares at the whirlwind crawling my way. Maybe the storm could get clue Why am left alone to tend to my wounds. Popping up faint smiles across the street smiling at the grim reaper in cloths of wind tonight i shall walk into the routine tornado to see if it could drive me out of curiosity . If it could hide my miseries even if it means to die before dawn As long as my question got an answer Oh ye! Whirlwi...