Clouds drift in from shores so far
Heat collects like balled energy beneath the cover
He stands alone at the bar
Sips bitter water, yearns for a lover
Music rocks the floor, people talk
Too much noise, time to walk
Oppressive air, no flow
A rumble, a thunderclap
Nowhere to go
Lightning sets the night ablaze
The storm rolls in on winds unbound
Rain falls, driven, drop by drop
Steam rises from cooling ground
He walks ~ nowhere to stop ~
His spirits brighter ~
And walks, his steps lighter and lighter...
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You may substitute "She" for "He"...it matters little.
Finally. I've found something I had not read before. Well. I am not disappointed, Gina. This could be me... ...totally. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
Regina,
It was my pleasure to partake of this piece like a fruit ready to be consumed.I felt this good writing Regina..
Rodney Evan Bohen
Rodney Evan Bohen
Ireland 1944.. A young man’s body is pulled from the River Lee. He’s wearing a distinctive silver ring that belonged to Paudy Daly, the eldest son of the notorious Mixer Daly. Why?
Compelling historical fiction that traces the life of a young English immigrant woman who travels to America at the turn of the century to start a new life for herself. Encountering danger, romance, heartache and tragedy, she strives to fit into a
Regis
It was my pleasure to partake of this piece like a fruit ready to be consumed.I felt this good writing Regina..
Rodney Evan Bohen
Rodney Evan Bohen
Janet xoxoxoxo
Missed you lots...
Glad to see you here again... :)
I love this write...
Fantastic as always...
Have a great weekend...
Hugs,
Trixie
Sandie Angel :o)