Untitled (a poem)



Sweet scent, white clouds,

Last night’s thunder,

Clear peaked hill tops,

Young child’s wonder,

Storm breaks, cuts, bends, pain, sting, strife,

Storm breaks, heart mends, rain, brings, life.




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