The sky is like the Stormy Sea,
Tossing, Turning; Grey!
Like the waves thrash upon the shore,
Do the clouds crash 'gainst the sky.
The clouds move faster! Faster!
Like the sea sways a boat.
The sky is like the Stormy Sea,
Tossing, Turning; Grey!
The calm after a storm moves on,
Leaves behind its grey.
For the sky is like the Stormy Sea,
Tossing, Turning; Grey!
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Tristful Beauty
PoetryA few pretty poems, painted with moonlight and brushed with midnight tears.
