It’s beating on my eyes again
It’s blowing up my nose
It’s howling round my lips and mouth
And stealing my repose
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He dares not let it in, again
The chaos is too strong
It throws around the furniture
And wrecks the right and wrong
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I’d like to give a voice to it
But how to drink the wind?
I’ll have to keep him well subdued
Then see what else it brings
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A finer wine would be uncased
A deeper taste, an ‘I’ concealed
And leaden fear would drop away
To leave the laughing storm revealed
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©Stephen Tanham
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Thank you, Sue x
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