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- Tempest at sharepoetry
Effervescent sky / Speaks torrid forms - a storm is forming. / Billowed clouds, dappled gray and black / Build over a derelict landscape, / Spreading their toxic, insidious heat. / / Vehement, vocal thunder / Rumbles in the distance - a - In Anticipation at sharepoetry
A cold and lonely salty breeze / Chills my broken heart and / The sky hues mirror my mood, / Or lack of. / / They moan my end. / / In anticipation of the next wave / I walk further and further / Out to sea. / I know what to expect -
