Warm wind, thrashing trees.
Thunder claps cause knocking knees.
Rain pouring, hail forming.
Lightning crackles. Branches falling.
A child cries for his mother,
Hiding under the quilt cover.
A stormy Summer monsoon
Fills a child's heart with doom.
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Poems From The Humble Heart
PoetryWhether my mind is in the darkness or the light, I always find it helps to write.
