Storm Cloud
As the storm crawls over my
heart, the gloom has clouded
my light, rain persists to put
out my fire, once a burning
glow for all to see, down to the
dim embers dying in agony,
wind grow strong and move
this cloud, for after each
downpour the colors begin to
show, so mystic and grand it
fills my soul, once again I find
my treasure for my heart is
gold.
Copyright © Rob Hernandez | Year Posted 2013
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