Monday, May 3, 2004
My first time postingFlood The wind Cold and sharp, Courses through empty eaves. It eddies around pillars And cold, gray stone walls. Long, long standing stones. Walls that see the past, Feel the present, Sense the future. Blackened clouds swell overhead, Roll above, Thundering across the battered, angry sky. Huge drops... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 12:06 PM Comments (3) (link) |
About this BlogAll poetry, mostly my own original works. Also, maybe a few of the quotes or excerpts from the writing that inspired the poetry.Links |
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