THE COLD TEARS OF CLOUDS

Written by: Andrew Crisci

At dusk one remembers
the bleak solitude
of sunless clouds and dark sea;
in mid-altitude
winds lash them and wheeze...
as trees are being drenched with   
the cold tears of clouds.



Entered in nette onclaud's contest,
" Wonder Of Dusk In Seguilla "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 9/28/2012