White
I witnessed a tempest,
Its beauty was striking,
A sight I couldn't resist.
I knew I couldn't master it,
Yet I moved toward it,
Drawn in despite the danger.
I couldn't predict its rage,
Who it would spare,
Whom it would ruin.
I couldn't look away,
I just kept moving.
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