A storm is born
It slowly crawled over the land
In its wake it leaves people to mourn
Swift and brutal is its hand
Its tears are angry pounding
Washing away things, leaving flaws
But it's just the beginning, its far from resounding
There is no mercy or laws
No, it is a monster, a storm
Way beyond the norm
Throwing a tantrum, trees and cars
Continuing into the night, blurring the stars
Finally it leaves
Its parting gifts:
Buildings that bleed,
Pavement pieces that shifts,
Broken hearts
Bitterness more sour than a fresh lemon tart
But why should it care
Its a storm
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Peculiar Poems And Short Stories
PoetryDecided to do a combo of poems (i really like poetry) with a few bits of short stories. I don't know when i will be able to update and edit. Positive and helpful comments welcomed.
