she closes her eyes
as the wind beats with wings
storm petals swirling
stillness pierced
for she knows that when
next she looks upon
the horizon
through veil of tears
the lost will look upon her
and question why
storms always
brew so softly
before gales
destroy in cutting path
to the heart.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just an image I have had in my mind for some time.
- Category: Surrealist
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