"In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet, for just a moment, a yellow sky." - Hamilton
Yellow grey encloses the world
I have known this road for years.
But storms make it look odd,
Like looking through your tears.
I see the wind blow through the trees
But the breeze I do not feel.
In a capsule of safety with friends.
The storm can't hurt us here.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
