My Storm
The clouds appear motionless, in the sky,
As shades of blue and gray, go by,
My mood, swings,
Like wings,
They take me to a distant place,
A sense of calm, a tranquil space,
To ease my mind...
How kind,
The gentle rain, caressed my face,
Removed the dirt (the hurt), without a trace,
To set me free...
As you can see,
The drops roll down, across my frame,
Reminding me, this is no game,
Life is for living...
Ever giving,
Simple pleasures of the heart,
A pulse in time, a refreshing start,
It's time to grow...
Let go,
Hold fast to the wind, and fly,
Be free, the thunder cries,
It rains for me...
I see... the possibility.
Prose written by - Touche
2007-08-06
04:36:52
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