And the rain,
it keeps coming down,
washing over me,
washing me new, into this night.
And the wind,
it keeps gusting through,
sweeping dust from me,
clearing cobwebs from my mind.
Blow storm,
sway skies of ochre and green!
Crack electric,
oh, power and fury, preen!
Swirl, skirl,
your dancing fingers of light!
Bring peace, respite,
as chaos reigns tonight!
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This mediocre poetry brought to you by tornado warnings. W00t.
COMMENTS
this.. was oh so beautiful..
ya know..
those cobwebs, aren't so bad..
they capture, the most amazing things
just when one thinks she is sad..
what a glorious thing the day brings..
so cry not, my lil angel dove..
and reflect on what the light shows..
for naught the weary eye to love..
and see, the dark image it bestows..
you, my dear, capture both it seams..
a walking contradiction, at best for sure..
the beauty lie, within the waking dreams..
and there you will find what is pure..
♥
Mediocre? It's ferocious, it's elegant and it's easy to understand. It's worth a thousand whiny emo poems. :)
Loved it ;-)
You always wrote delicious poetry :)
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