The clouds rush
Collide and crush
Sweeping the sky
With a silent brush
While trees hush
Singing melody
Calling unto a name
Calling on somebody
The blown leaves,
Fall from grieving trees
Swaying over my head
As I lay on my death bed
The clouds are rushing
The sky looks fevery
My breath is crushing
My body awaits, delivery...
©sim
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
The clouds rush
Collide and crush
Sweeping the sky
With a silent brush
While trees hush
Singing melody
Calling unto a name
Calling on somebody
The blown leaves,
Fall from grieving trees
Swaying over my head
As I lay on my death bed
The clouds are rushing
The sky looks fevery
My breath is crushing
My body awaits, delivery...
©sim
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