A Poet's Dying Breath
Sunday, May 11, 2014
The storm has raged and faded,
The green sky turned to black.
I remember the rustling of the trees
And the roaring of the wind.
Though I do not wish
That the storm had stayed,
I still miss it now that it's gone.
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