Storm's Over
A strong wind has blown
pulling down a mighty wall
That held the nation's peace
A virtuous woman she was
Lived a life of virtual reality
Though It was a peaceful exit
Gone far from this world
To a resting place
The soil ought to live
On the legacy she left
For her to be at rest
Modesty is one of many
Righteous was her priority
She knows the cause
Of travelling through
Such an unforgivenable road
To a destructive destination
So,She imbibe such a legacy
spbsdude commented on Storm's Over
10-15-2009
Strider commented on Storm's Over
07-31-2009
07/31/2009
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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