Clouds are weeping at my door,
puddles tearfully trickle in
moonlight falls, whisper thin.
Shingles chatter on the roof,
winter sends her lonely kiss
restless winds, a soulful hiss.
Tousled twigs caress the windows,
shattered leaves sorrow down
willows writhe, orchids frown.
Shutters sigh outside these walls,
thunder moans in evening gloom
wilted love, she cannot bloom.
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Author:
LutherSeahand (
Offline) - Published: March 29th, 2024 18:20
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Comments1
Fantastic.
Cheers
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