The Weeping Sky
A maelstrom fell from the heavens,
Dark clouds a limbo of vertigo,
As the blind lives hurried to avoid its wrath.
Great angel of the sky,
Must these clouds cry to watch you die?
Not one great grey could hold such tears,
Humbly joining in the fall from grace,
As it lands upon a traveler’s face.
Copyright © Allie Ogletree | Year Posted 2011
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