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Sep 2012
I watched
first the thunder
booming, black of storm
All the gathering - flocks, clouds
leaves piled, blew
Windy gray the day deepened
void of birds singing
Breaking branches - cracked the gloom of dawn
all the scurry, dark forest floor so weary
Soon the rain began - a flood
death's pooled lake of drowning
Ashen skies of furry, tumultuous blowing
ripped awake the day
Washing wet the soiled  
stains of blood
my soul
CA Guilfoyle
Written by
CA Guilfoyle  F/Tucson, AZ
(F/Tucson, AZ)   
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