Calm and Chaos
Flag quietly blown by the wind.
Soft sound of traffic around the bend.
Metal banging noisily on the flag pole.
Swaying of the tree branches, light and slow.
Cold wind blowing, against your face.
Dampness, so thick in the air, you can taste.
Soft drizzle dropping, wet on your skin.
The veil between calm and chaos is quite thin.
YOU ARE READING
For The Rainy Days
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have made through the past few years. Most of them are sad, and are personal. I would love any feedback you'd like to give. I'm trying to stick to writing, but I might not always update. I hope you enjoy my poems!
