The WeathermanA Poem by Hank WritesFall in love he said, it was a lie Yes, a beautiful change, but you soon withered and died You ended up stripped bare and must grow again Time passed and his winter made you cold, and you were stuck inside Let me help… I’ll light a fire, I’ll dig you out Icy conditions no longer, go where you want His gusts blow strong, the winds knock you over I bring a gentle breeze, the winds of change Reject his spring, and enjoy the warmness and sweetness I bring His violent storms battered you, you lose power The clouds will subside and I will shower you with affection A permanent vacation, let’s live forever in your summer © 2015 Hank Writes |
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Added on August 11, 2015 Last Updated on August 11, 2015 Author
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