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.
Categories: All Poetry, Death & Loss, Poetry by Phoebe
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Having ranted randomly already, this is probably being misfiled….