Storm by Ann Wood
There is a storm outside, the sky is gloomy and lightnings pierce it.I'm snuggled up in bed and praying for the storm to pass quickly.
There is a summer storm outside, the trees are bending under the strong wind.
Birds prepare for their long flight south, people brace themselves for the long winter.
Outside, the storm is in its element, and I'm snuggled up in bed, watching the shadows dance in the dark.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2022-08-25 at 00:05
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