The FloodA Poem by The Poet of Black Wings
Drip.
Drop. Drip. Drop. Downpour. Flooding, it all comes out. Streets become rivers Homes become reef. People. Lives and stories. Thoughts, Love, And ideas. Regret, Pain, Sorrow, And despair. The rain washes it all away. © 2016 The Poet of Black Wings |
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The Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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