Tell me why this frowning cloud
sinks to press, to wilt
my sunny, blooming further hills,
bowing for the whim,
for that demurely hostile crescent moon
of darker light.
Not mine, this lower, crying cloud,
but drifts upon as from a foreign wake
to bring a shadowed sight ...
groping through the misty, melancholic view
of tear strained eyes
toward all too bright
further hills.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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Be always safe,
Karen
Edwin