I felt a slight breeze
Then I thought of her,
I remember me begging her please
Then the wind gave me a burr.
I heard the thunder
Then I remembered the argument,
I made a blunder
Neither one of us was heaven sent.
I saw her face in the clouds
Then it began to rain,
The darkness resembled shrouds
I felt the pain.
I touched the air
Then I felt warm,
At my surroundings I did stare
Then came the storm.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem