Friday, June 15, 2007
The storm
Sharp strings brightens the dark
even for a short moment
Powerful sonance shakes the glass
leaving naught but the reminiscence
Water flows from heavy fluffs
crashing upon earth like harsh whispers
Gold and silver flashes through serous
making rainbows of promise
The pipe holds strong against the wind
cooling sensations of joy reigns within
Inspiration strikes when clashes occur
reveling in the presence of nature
