Wind Storm

On a morning bright and still
the promise was quite clear
the day would bring me sunshine
to dry away my tears.

The world stood still a moment
and watched me walk on past
the rain began to trickle down
the promise didn’t last.

The wind brought change and force
and whipped across my face
my tears were washed away
my troubles were erased. 

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I've been wanting to do this for a while. Now I can type instead of pen scratch in a journal. It's an experiment, but isn't life. I wish you joy and happiness. May life bless you and may you bless life. View all posts by writesome

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