Poem: Wind Titles
Billowing plumes of invisibility,
They rumble through the skies,
Removing all sense of sensibility,
Its power but in disguise.
Rattling and clanging,
The blinds are pushed and pulled,
For a moment light is flying,
Then it's gone, it had me fooled.
The room is all that's left,
An empty decaying shadow,
Not even a tear is wept
It's worse that it's not callow.
For obvious reasons,
The ominous leaves behind,
The sound of seasons,
They unravel, they unwind.
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They rumble through the skies,
Removing all sense of sensibility,
Its power but in disguise.
Rattling and clanging,
The blinds are pushed and pulled,
For a moment light is flying,
Then it's gone, it had me fooled.
The room is all that's left,
An empty decaying shadow,
Not even a tear is wept
It's worse that it's not callow.
For obvious reasons,
The ominous leaves behind,
The sound of seasons,
They unravel, they unwind.
If you have a burning question, or would like to featured in some way in the "Ask them from me" segment, email me at: cc3493@gmail.com. If you do not want to be featured in the "Ask them from me" featured post, please let me know in the email :)
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