Death's Storm Poem by Celia Delk

Death's Storm



The wind blows,
more fierce than before,
carrying the whispers,
the cries,
of those forgotten,
of those lost,
The rain falls,
colder now than before,
made of tears shed,
by mothers and fathers,
sons and daughters,
taken unwillingly into the darkness.

Copyright 2009 Celia Delk

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