Grey skies stretch
across the horizon
with no spot of blue.
Here I am left here
on this barren island
& all I can think of is you.
I can smell you in the gale,
you were a tempest,
a force of nature
& I miss you
watching the rain.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
Grey skies stretch
across the horizon
with no spot of blue.
Here I am left here
on this barren island
& all I can think of is you.
I can smell you in the gale,
you were a tempest,
a force of nature
& I miss you
watching the rain.
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