Chant of thunder, orchestra of wind,
a breath of heart’s unrest.
Lightening flash in half moon’s glow
unearths laments repressed.
Raindropped streams upon her face
masking moistened eyes,
lead her gently by zephyr’s call
into awaiting skies.
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Categories: All Poetry, Death & Loss, Poetry by Phoebe
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Having ranted randomly already, this is probably being misfiled….