30/12/14
There is a certain beauty to destruction;
Lightning strikes
In your skies,
You almost wish to fry.
Clouds rolling close,
Closer yet;
The sound
Of the thunder
Is the spoken invitation.
But even the sky cries
Whilst wreaking havoc
Because the tree that once stood proud
Is felled,
Expelled, from the earth
Roots shredded.
From ashes to ashes
Like a phoenix
The leaves rise
Grasping for something bright,
A light;
To begin anew.
Only a few
remain.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetrySome personal writing that I've been keeping in a poem diary of sorts. I thought I would share.
