The little wind that there is
Plays with my mind
My soul
Soft drumming of the hail
Pounding down the earth
Cooling my flesh
My Heart
Hands out to catch one
A little piece of the sky
Closest I'll ever come,
To Heaven
With fingers i am touched
The fingers
Of natures spirit
Stealing the warmth of my soul
Salt upon my face
Amalgamates with
The shards of Heaven
No hope for this to pass
No Hope.
Just perhaps, a new understanding
A grain of wisdom
From natures peaceful brutality
Author notes
I was planning on writing a poem about hail since a delightful experience I had a few days ago. But i cant say I really like this poem, but here it is anyway...
Read and Comment PLZ!
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i like it
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The title doesn't really fit the poem and there is a lower case I somewhere in here. Nice try though1 better luck next time!
Emma ^_^
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