Upon the skies ......
casting a pall dark
are clouds wild.....
swirling masses of grief
heavy and black......
holding back. .....
one moment more...
another. ....and another. ...
till........
the gushing flow....
cannot stop ....nor slow...
the mad swirls of lashing rain
piercing howls of wailing winds
flailing their wrath at
soul deep pain......
over and over again......
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Wanderings
PoetryWanderings of the mind and soul....a journey of self discovery... finding love,heartbreak,happiness and above all life....
