Tuesday, April 21, 2009

The Storm

The clouds gathered

At the edge of the rocks by the sea

They desired to change

Change to a storm

Life was plain

Plain floating across the land mountains oceans

Changing their mind so often

From certainty to uncertainty

Today by the ridges

Wishing to be gone

In to the something after death

As they gathered

At the edge of the rocks by the sea.


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