A Condition ....

January 2016

A Condition ....


Like speeding rivulets, of mercury.

Silvery rain, runs down, the glass.

Grey skies, had heralded, 

black thunder.

Now nature, showed her wrath.

Cold, driven deep, to the core .

Winter's icy blasts, cut to the bone.

No mercy 


none asked.

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