storms clouds
storms are dark and wet it comes to us through our dreams and when we are awke it rains it snows and frezzes but we call the storm mother nature and we call dark lord but the storm is still there and we can"t change her
storms clouds
ncsassyrn commented on storms clouds
03-14-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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