Dedicated to: cupidsstupid

You swept away the fortunes;
You swept away the hopes
Of fortifying the runes
That people can not cope.

You are not just a gust of wind;
In many countries,
You travel and rend
The names you were given were full of apostasies.

You travel charts and lists,
Each having its own will;
Each having its own tourist,
And my, you give me the chills.

You're not just a piece of poetry;
Words of any shades
Cannot define the artistry
That you were edged and made with.

You can't be measured in terms of intensity,
Nor quantity of magnitude and gales,
Nor your tempestuousity and density;
People trembling along the tracks you've traced.

You are irrational,
A kiss against the wind;
A person that can fall;
Ice that can singe.

You are once in a lifetime
After the journey of gales and gusts,
You cannot be duplicated nor rhymed
You just fade and combust.

You are a storm,
A harbinger that knows no form,
You are a void of hope
But after, you utter colors in a slope.