Red
The heavens are sad,
The clouds mourn
Big, fat, and clear teardrops
That burst against the windows.
The sky roars out,
In anger and agony
Spears of light,
Pierce the sky.
But I am not afraid,
I am safe,
in the arms of my beloved.
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The Promise [COMPLETED]
PoetrySo this story was an experiment that I did with free verse poems. I was reading this book in my English class that had an abrupt ending, so I was wondering if I could make an ending to it, here is the product. This isn't perfect, but I tried to make...