Lash by lash it strikes
Harsh, ruthless and persistent
In its cruel unjustified punishment
It blows darkness across the sun
Enveloping warmth in a cold prison
And from the sky sends down
Blasts of icy chills down
The building's spines such that
They shivers
And trembles
Ever so slight
The leaves protest
Rustling and crackling
Falling and withering
Blown to bits and crumpling
To the ground in a rubbish heap
The wind swipes away
All doubts of its authority
Wielding complete control
It possesses windmills
Turning and twisting and tearing
So fierce, so ferocious its attack
And tall bushes surrender
Bowing, forced, low til
Their leafy heads press to the ground
It spills through bills
Pushing and shoving at metal
Cold air against cold steel
But the wind is stronger
Than flimsy metal which gives way
To chimes that ring out
Annoucing the wind
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Tears Of The Rose
PoesíaA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
