it was a long, long
beautiful morning
release
and then completed with Hail
sunny skies shined
but as the afternoon approaches
and i still sit
semi-broken
with fear
of
too many
just who do i trust
can i
i want to
so do
i say do!
i look to the sky
and
suddenly the color grey
telling me
it's not clear
something still needed
words less or more
possible it's too soon
and that i might be
feeling
like this last effort
would
end
as another big trick
and maybe it just that the sky
is sending a message
cleansing
clearing and
winding for me
possibly another sweet, sweet storm
oh how i love the winds of change
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem