Storm Poem by persian khushi
Storm
An early spring morning
Refreshing
Dark clouds hanging heavy
With unshed tears
Wild swaying branches
Bending trees
Nests falling
Hatchlings dying
Natures sacrifice
In the howling wind
Running feet
Thunder
Lightning strike
Showers from heaven on me
soaked to the bone
the freshness of rain.. very nicely brought out -. read mine too - the first rains and the full circle..
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 8:43:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
All the inside storms if stormed away-nice write