Tuesday, September 8, 2015

TREASURE TROVE



The slightest pulse
augured the looming storm;
Defenceless and pulverized
It broke into minor huff

Nothing was amiss
along the wimping clouds;
Fear and fright
Tethered the sky

The last pulse
Augmented the barren land;
Impacting a sudden blow,
A treasure trove in all peace.

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