storms clouds
storms are dark and wet it comes to us through our dreams and when we are awke it rains it snows and frezzes but we call the storm mother nature and we call dark lord but the storm is still there and we can"t change her
storms clouds
ncsassyrn commented on storms clouds
03-14-2009
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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