Storms
Everyone fears winter's storms
proceeded by wrathful winds devastating a grave,
and as the squirrels run for shelter
another trees falls on isolated roads...
see them break in two missing a scary bear;
behind this window I fret and pray I will live.
Written by Andrew Crisci
0n 7/30/2014
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014
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