More Than a Smidgeon,Perhaps A....

August 2016

More Than a Smidgeon,Perhaps  A....


I'll wait, for.

A storm, has come......

to clear the air.

And with it rain, 

to wash away, my ills.

To wipe, the stench of melancholy,

from the air.

As deaths lightening, scythe, sweeps..... the skies.

A cull, is taking place.

As souls, flee heavenwards.

Meet death, then fall as rain.

Meanwhile, I'm waiting, for...... 

An opening, in the clouds.

Before, I make.




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