Suffering And Cyclone Poem by William Greco

let's go on the hill
and let the dying sunbeams
drift away our sorrows
let's go to the river
and drown our wet eyes

winds change our thinking
in a beautiful silence
and transform our greyness
in solid domed frame

let's go to the fields
and dance the last waltz
in fight of misunderstanding
let's go to the valley
to search the untitled legends

suffering and cyclone
rage beyond the secret sea
right inside of a doubtful man
and dialogues are gone