Open Poetry #45 |
Storm |
Mcmust Junior Member
since 2009-07-09
Posts 17TN |
Miles of miles green, In the thunderstorm of my thought I am searching for the understanding of life As I searched for flowers in the past The humanity that everyone is dumping today into the cave of righteousness Is still alive And crying “help” Could that tornador younder Be made into a rope To be dropped Deep enuogh To save the buried one? Tears is down On the wheel of sense Taking me away |
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