Ducking and shielding your head until the storm ends.
Just like that, it is over, the moment is dead.
We needed an eye to calm things down…
We received a hand to help us out.
Slow down-
-you’re moving too fast, I can’t even keep up.
Slow down.
There is no need to be in such a rush.
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I like the changing rhythm of this poem - it matches the topic so well!
The world needs more helping hands like those. Loved your poem!