He sits in a cave
Pen and pad in hand
Sitting next to the campfire
He writes
He writes about love
He writes about the lose there of
He writes of trials and triumphs
He writes about life
The wind blows outside
The rain falls like bullets from the sky
The waves crash upon the shore
Here within this cave he writes
Water dripping from the rocks
Wind blowing rain into the cave
He sets himself against the breeze
And writes all the same
For if he did not write
His emotions would flood his soul
And that is one type of dampness
That would surly takes it's toll
The coolness from the breeze
Sends a chill up his spine
And goosebumps upon his skin
The dampness is always
Trying to fog up his mind
The lighting and the thunder roll
Is like a deep voice
Speaking to his soul
He writes these words
Through the wind and the rain
He writes these words
Through the chill and the pain
He writes
For life demands it
Lighting flash
Thunder roll
Another verse in his mighty story told
He weathers the storm
Pouring out heart and soul
Alone in the cave
That has become like a second home
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Author:
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Comments4
This is amazing, and very expressive as well.
Thank You
I love it
Thank you
Stormy weather.
love it !
Thank You
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