my poem
Von:
hephzibah200
Wichtiger Beitrag
The pregnant cloud,
wept through the deepest dark
On my beloved home,whose roof has grown so old...
Its wipe were cold,
Its touch were bold,
but with all its blows,
it couldn't break my bones...
I felt its grip,
so firm like the lion's teeth
that kept me free zed so stoned my feet,
but where i lay in darkness alone
your love came close
& embraced my cold...
The pregnant cloud wept through the deepest dark,
yet am bold because of your warmth alone...
And how are you doing?
Fine thanks you? x
I'm doing pretty good myself! :)