Over mountains, valleys and dales
Over the farmer ploughing his fields
Over houses on short narrow streets
Over strangers that we will never meet.
Over lovers kissing in a park
Over the homeless who sleep unloved in the dark
Over paths, pavements and roads
Over the graveyard were the dead are stored.
Over children who laugh, run and play
Over the traffic, that drives you insane everyday
Over the pure who have not yet sinned,
The rainclouds came rushing in.
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Author:
Daniel McDonagh (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2022 10:58
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Comments2
Wow! I love the imagery you implemented and it really led the story through a fun journey. All life just existing and doing and not doing and everything that is under one unescapable part of nature, rainclouds. Great job! 💖
Enjoyed your poem . Beautifully penned
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