Saturday 27 April 2019

Storm

Storm

The soft music inside is calmly calming;
and thoughts of summer so slowly flow.
The storm outside is going nuts;
throwing a tantrum, spitting, thrumping.
  Just go away will you!
Go and lie down in a darkened moon;
let me clean up after you.
Tch. The toil of winter teens.

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