Mature Made Haze

Of The Storm - Poem by Mature Made Haze

With the last roll of thunder,
With the final roar of the wind,
With the thinning swells of rain,
With the dying glow of the sky's white light,
Comes a peace like no other,
Appearing amidst serenity,
And with the first pillars of the shining sun.

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  • (1/27/2012 4:34:00 AM)

    A really great poem, really like it. a great write.
    may i invite you to read my new poem called,
    An Angel Cries.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, January 27, 2012

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