cloud blackened water
reflected the storm
assaulted by wind
and I, ocean born
was peppered by rain bullets
where I stood - torn
by the love of it's fury
and a love to be warm
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cloud blackened water
reflected the storm
assaulted by wind
and I, ocean born
was peppered by rain bullets
where I stood - torn
by the love of it's fury
and a love to be warm
4 comments:
The reason the kids are "wimps" is because they get hot cocoa EVERY time they go out in the rain! So... of COURSE they are going to want to hurry up and get inside...
guilty!
pretty poem, and i like the others on your other blog. you should enter more of these in some contests!
very cool! i love your poetry.
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