- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Crying Wind
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Click hereAs the wind rushed by
there was a voice I...
heard in the fierce storm.
The skies were all gray
as night turned to day
and the rain was reborn.
The lightning flashed bright
in the cold of night...
the storm grew intense.
How it poured outside
we ran in to hide...
far from the presence.
Could still hear that voice
didn't have a choice...
it cried without fail.
We hid in the dark
then the dog did bark...
and growl, cry and wail.
Soon the storm did ebb
and a spider's web...
fell from the cold din.
The trees' leaves were down,
there upon the ground and we
could still hear...
The Crying Wind.
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