As The Storm Passes

The leaden sky is charged with thunder,
heavy with sadness, it turns into the darkest ink

that tints the darkness with a blue shade of wonder,
into which the mournful clouds quietly sink.

As the storm passes, the sky cries in torrents of rain,
the sleepless wind sings a chilling song to a drumming rhythm,
a silent blues about the end of the season’s reign,
and every raindrop becomes a poem unwritten.

© Vanda Ralevska

Scottish Skies

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  • Deborah Hughes - 17th February 2015 - 09:36

    The large sky meets the sea in a wonderful image and lovely poem. Both speak of your and full heart. More please!ReplyCancel

    • Vanda Ralevska - 17th February 2015 - 10:58

      Thank you so much, Deborah. I am really happy you like it.ReplyCancel

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