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The Storm |
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angel girl Member
since 1999-07-23
Posts 322within a whisper... |
The clouds began to churn. The wind pushed the palm trees back. A bolt of lightening flashed- And the tree before me snapped. The wind was loudly whisteling It's strange, familiar song. Thunder shook the earth- It's roar lasting way too long. The rain began to fall Like needles from the sky. Stinging my back and shoulders, I fought the urge to cry. I began thinking I couldn't make it- But as quickly as it came; It left me standing there- Ending it's evil game. ------------------ The world is in your hands; it is what you make of it. keep on chuggin' |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
I like your poem. I have sent you an email, regarding your question. p.s. The world is in God's hands!  Man only makes a mess of it. |
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