Saturday, August 15, 2020

228 of 366: Raging skies

The sky have never felt this rage
As heavy rains and thunders ravage
Clouds so thick covers the sun
That every high afternoon
Feels like crying dawn
Had we fallen far from grace
That we felt the skies ablaze
At this point where hope is lost
We wait for the trumpets blow
May hope appear in sooner time
Where living and speaking would be no crime

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