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Poetry is the essence of life, everyone has the capability to write poetry some greater than others , but all good nonetheless. Poetry may be an escape to a fantasy, a release of emotions or even a way to humor. One thing beautiful about it is that each individual can interpret a poem as he/she likes and it would still remain glorious.
Winter came and summer went
The clouds went dark
And the chills overcame
People hid in the safety of their homes
For the wind came howling with a thunderstorm
That left people in shivers and children in tears
Yet a lonely soul came out wondering
For he found beauty in the deadly storm
Which could cause magnificent sightings before ones eye
With wide spread arms he felt freedom
In the dark cold streets
He closed his eyes and found peace
His grief stricken heart enjoyed the tears of the clouds
For once he did not feel alone
As the night kept him company
Grieving with him for his vacant soul
The night sky cleared
And the stars came out
The lonely man left to the shadows of the night
People came out to enjoy the cool weather of the serene night
Yet no one saw the wondering soul
Waiting for the next thunderstorm
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC