summer afternoon

summer afternoon

A Poem by Father Mojo

I see its promise in the darkening sky;
I hear its whisper in the changing breeze,
carrying hints of its rain-soaked scent;
I feel its charged touch on my skin--
a storm is coming...

© 2011 Father Mojo


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nice one read mine too "QUEST OF LIFE"

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Father Mojo
Father Mojo

Carneys Point, NJ



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