Sense

Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything

Words
come slow
gently like breeze
then wind picks up
brewing inside, a fearless storm
gusts bellow, telling tales, ferocious gales
Sonnets just drop, crescendos scream, epics astound
rain and thunder, makes mind mellow, stories asunder,
calmness returns, destruction immense, words don’t, make any sense

AB 30 December, 2013
Photo AB December 2013

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