Stormy Night Poem by Shameem Khan

Stormy Night



The trees were dancing in the moor.
It was stormy with a rainpour.
I prayed to God and asked for no more.
As the waves went high on the chest of the shore.
And the winds blew with a roar.
Frightening the men on board who were number four
God listened to the prayer and opened the heaven's door.

Saturday, March 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Art
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