Last Cry

The rain has stoped.

The thunder ended.

Lightning flashes no more.

The gusts of wind seaced.

The storm is over.

I am no longer sitting in the window waiting for the day.

A friend has came my way.

I know now there is no changing you.

My friend has pulled me through.

I am happy now.

The tissue is put up high.

I sigh.......

with relief.

I have much belief I cried my Last Cry.

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Corey Fox's picture

very nice poem!
one love Corey & co