Ebony brume convene
Just like a monsoon
The flood currents ever so high
Someone cries out her name
Her resilience is inhaled within the zephyr
But harken not an intonation
Stamping it's passage of what is to be
One deluge coming down
Oh is intrinsic a scorned woman
Be perfidious and so be cautioned
Today is where love used to be
Nothing will shield you from misfortune
The flood currents where love used to repose
Love and hate such a fine line
Nought is found that is as sound
As what heeds one tear drop down
Ebony brume looming in the overcast
It's too late it's coming fast
You can now yearn of what will never be
As a storm convenes in the zephyr
For is intrinsic a scorned woman
Do you grasp what you have found
Stamping it's passage of what is to be
Heeds one tear drop down
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Author:
Cassie Hays (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Excellent
Thanks so much
You're welcome
Metaphor and literal in one with great images and well written lines. Nicely done
Thank you so much for the kind words
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