As the ground shakes,
The sun disappears behind the sky wall.
As the earth moves,
The rain begins to fall.
With the moon bold in motion
And the gathering of storms,
You find your way and
Open the door.
Look: the mist of eloquence.
Your smile thawed my winter heart.
And since we met,
We must now part.
This is really good! I probably won't do nay poetry as I am rubbish at it... :(
ReplyDeleteThat's fine, Charli.
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