Thursday, December 20, 2012

STORMS




STORMS

The ocean slammed the rocks....
They hadn't fished.
Would it always be like this?
Two heats, two paths, two streams
Squandering seagull's screams.
But storms are necessary aren't they....?
For the calm.



He slammed the door....
She hadn't finished.
Would it always be like this?
Two minds, two souls, two hearts
Two continents apart.
But storms are natural aren't they....?
For the calm. 

Maureen Walsh - December 2012





Ciao for now

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