Whirlwind

Whirlwind
By Cecily Michelle

Passionate fancy
All a-flight
Crashing in
Like the night

Neither wrong
But neither right
Gusts of passion
A fine delight

One sees black
The other white
Therein lies
The tend to fight

Butterflies
At first sight
No nectar
For their appetite

One a tiger
Growls with delight
One a kitten
Bound up tight

For you and I
Are not right
Friendship maybe
Come what might

Thank you though
For your might
You have helped me
See the light

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