Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Weather Report

Weather Report

Cloudy
                                Rainy
                   Bloody wet
             Winds and lust
                   Hanging on, even the dust
    Limbs fall
                            Baby’s crawl
              Storms rage inside my head
                            Oceans calm breeze arrives
        To find me dead




Jour de la météo
Caché sous
La mort par le métro

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Harry Horsman September 20, 2016 at 4:37 PM intriguing poem Arthur, love it.

Tim Smith September 19, 2016 at 11:16 AM knock knock?... who's there?... death...sorry no one's home Tim Smith September 19, 2016 at 11:17 AM laugh in the face of death...great poem

Jean Murray September 19, 2016 at 9:27 AM You off trying to die again Arthur? Stop that!

Miraj Raha September 19, 2016 at 2:45 AM Wow I was right there with you, Sir Arthur.