How Much More
HOW MUCH MORE
The ocean skies strike again
bathing the ground all day,
slithery and of polka leaves
crashed by wild and woolly,
wailing Western winds... Break!
Even the trees are trembling,
Rattling in silence scream
as their branchlets slowly fall.
The tweedles I heard are protests
as birds rush! Rush for shelter!
How much more is the man,
I saw in the street?
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By: Olive Eloisa Guillermo -Fraser
December 30, 2015 @3:40 pm
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2017
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