Gewitter, Sturm (Thunderstorm)
Water falls
on the page
and taps the battered hat.
Voices rise
over the groans in the sky.
Seeking the arms
of the trees
sodden bodies huddle together
as one
shrugs into his coat
and raises his eyes to the Heavens.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
Gewitter, Sturm (Thunderstorm)
Water falls
on the page
and taps the battered hat.
Voices rise
over the groans in the sky.
Seeking the arms
of the trees
sodden bodies huddle together
as one
shrugs into his coat
and raises his eyes to the Heavens.
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