A Storm is brewing
12/11/2019
The wind howled across the plains
Challenging the might, of all touched
The blades of grass, soon to be trampled
The quenching of the land, in red, awaited
On its wing, an omen was carried
Victor and vanquished, to be soon tested
The dark clouds, nor grey, no silver lining
Bathed the field in pitch blackness
Soon to relieve its heavy nectar held
With fierce lighting, shaming sun, blinding sight
Deafening thunder, exploding hearts n mind
To wash the land away of crimson red
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Author:
Suresh (
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- Comment from author about the poem: there always seems to be a Storm brewing
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Those storms can never be tamed but can always be beautiful.
Great write S
If you're prepared for a storm it is never a surprise
But then your not alive you're just waiting for the next storm
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