He wore a coat through winter storm,
to protect himself from bitter scorn-
of violent gusts and burning freeze-
in petaled snow on hands and knees.
Screaming dryly, high and low,
to search for contact- friend or foe.
A brush of mischief, a flip of seethe.
Glamorous winds- he cannot breathe.
A brilliant man- a house of wonder
through darkened skies he bellows thunder.
Nights fall has beckoned, through the hurricane,
the storm of life, no man can tame.
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