H.S. Schinning


Biography of H.S. Schinning

H.S. Schinning poet

Life is a show.

The rain bows,
The thunder claps,
The show is over,
The sun comes out.

Rain falls throughout our lives. We all get soaked with horrors, depression, and eventually silence. Hurts come through, falling down to Earth among our skin which absorbs hatred. Illness overtakes the strongest and souls and spirits become no longer. The show must be gone because the audience, the thunder, claps. After a round of applause and a round of bullets darkness sweeps across the sky it's wing ending the death. The rays of the sun reach out touching our lives and souls. Millions renew and shake the rotting flesh stench of hurts from our skin coats. The sun and the nature heals all and hope will always call.

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