That dreadful night…everything was so still,
And the ground was barren; the threat it tried to pronounce…..
Slept the folks unaware of the grave peril,
Unaware that nature had drawn its swords.
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To this I say, nature does sometimes beset..… Mankind does but comprise, an iota of its existence. And what can I do but stand and stare, at the tawny sunset, And fear the night, for that might be my destiny's end. you power of description is really marvellous. with emotion and great details you bring in your point. thank you very much dear poetess. tony
Thank you, sir. I value your comment and am motivated to compose more...
A good start with a nice poem, Anuradha Goswami. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.