StormA Poem by Ian Craven
Blowing winds of malice are cold against her skin. The thunder clouds of wrath do not give in. The gloomy down cast sky keeps watch upon her with his eye. Struggle as she wills, tossing side to side, she never will escape, here she must abide. The weight of the sea rushes upon her heart. If she cannot escape then this land she will depart.
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Added on February 9, 2015 Last Updated on February 9, 2015 AuthorIan CravenEastanollee, GAAboutI'm a short story writer, poet and novelist. I spend most of my free time writing. Feel free to be my friend. I like meeting new people. I welcome constructive criticism on my writing. more..Writing
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