Posted on April 9, 2016April 9, 2016 / Poetry The Clouds of Summer A soft breeze to end the long solar reign, Carrying with it my unbridled joy, A mournful prodigy with life to gain, Seeking my grey clouded shroud to destroy. Foolishly appeasing the indolent, Weaving a chorus of unsurpassed rage,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
