The branches lie crooked, bent, shattered by the storm
Is there still hope for them or for life have they been wronged
The winds cry too, shaking wildly with grief
Even the winds now mourn the anger that was unleashed
The rain patters down banging all that dared stand in its way
The lighting destroys it all in one clean sway
The thunder roars ~ a violent forerunner of the chaos it's bringing in its wake
The wild dance of nature starts again, beautiful in its own way ~ completely untamed.
Quote : Truth hurts... when you've been living a lie.
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MYSTERY OF POETRY
PoetryRight from the depths of Literature, I bring you this gift of poetry, Wherein each word has a deeper meaning, an unsolved mystery, Wherein even a line can convey tons of long forgotten history, Because the best way I can express myself is by t...
