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The Storm's Gift
by Monique Louwshe is
the Storm in your heart
cold rain on wind on skin
the painful whispering melody of
nature unleashed
take heed. friend of dear,
not to curse the Storm.
the Tempest carries with it life
and respite
for Dry lands.
08/23/2011 Author's Note: Addressed to the suitor of my oldest, dearest friend...
Posted on 08/24/2011
Copyright © 2025 Monique Louw
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 08/24/11 at 06:23 AM What a poem! As one who loves storms, I love that you compared your oldest, dearest friend to one and didn't fail to let the suitor know the same. |
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