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The Clouds are Rolling In

Poetry By: Penelope Garenther
Poetry


when things are going wrong i call it the "storm is brewing" so this is a little about how i feel when things start happening


Submitted:Oct 11, 2008    Reads: 96    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


The grey clouds are rolling in and I can feel the wind begin to blow.

I want the rain to stop falling and the storm to blow away.

Im getting sick from being drenched to the bone with sorrow and pain seeping into my heart, hardening it into a stone.

If the stars came out from hiding behind the dark clouds and shine down again illuminating the dark earth.

Maybe if the stars come out so would the sun and the moon and distinguish the night from day and brighten up the dark sky.

When the sun comes out maybe the fog will disperse in fear and hide in the shadows and the birds will sing their song as they fly up ahead.





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