Changes
Dark whispers in the air
on winds of change
that threaten an approaching menace
trees that fear the loss
and skies where blue is torn away
...to be replaced with darkening clouds
as satan arises with cold cruel hands
which heralds an angry curse
set in its winter ways of dark depression..
Copyright © Valerie Bellefleur | Year Posted 2010
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