The clouds scamper across the sky
as skittish horses from a storm
A mournful wolf cries
as the wind dashes between the trees
Raindrops begin their descent
as burning tears well from her soul
The tempest dies and night retreats
revealing her, silent, staring and cold
1 comment:
Dum dum DUMMMMMM!!! Unprovoked attacks! Run and hide!
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