These dust-full misty winds trying to fly my soul away
Combing my hair with ferocious strokes
Grabbing the pages where I write these words with angry grip
Angered with me, why wouldn't I acknowledge its tremendous presence
She said I am the nature's air conditioner; your kinds have degraded my worth
Showing me the dull paint of the sky, the trees, the lakes; everything...
Beaten and battered by the harshness of the surrounding were my kind exists
The more I wright the more she is angered
The lightning strikes are the glint of her anger
She took away the electricity and just striking and striking the lightning bolt
Never have I seen anything more stubborn and ferocious like these winds...
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Poems from Beyond
PoetryPoem about losing someone, Poem about hope and redemption, Poem about pain and sorrow, Poem about anything, Poem about everything, Poem about something and also Poem about nothing This is my very first book containing a collection of poems on vari...
