The rushing waves, the open skies
a gentle breeze
rustling
brushes softly
The gathering storm, the gloomy sky
a gust of wind
blowing
against a heavy heart
The echoing thunder, the stark sky
a flash of lightning
lit
the chaos and fear
The constant sun, the calm sky
a gentle breeze
chilling
in the eye
2 comments:
Hi, nice poem! :)
Thanks stargazer! :)
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