Tuesday 17 January 2017

THE TEMPEST

I etched my love on banshee winds 
Screaming through torn up lands 
Hoping you'll hear my tortured cries 
Hold on to time's escaping sands 
I spill my soul into inky nights
Let it ride the tempestuous storm
Where lightning writes on angry skies
Your name, as thunder begins to perform.

MS




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