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Poem #46 ~ Viro's Poem

  • Writer: Yeof
    Yeof
  • Aug 16, 2023
  • 1 min read

46. (08/16/2023, Bangor) Viro’s Poem


Thundercloud, high above me.

You fly & rumble so fun & freely,

You make music with your mind,

And shine down on the scared people.

But you’re not so wicked, are you?

Beneath, you’re purple & swollen:

Above, you’re towering & bright.

Maybe you don’t mean to burn things down.

Maybe, you’re just dancing.

And the people watching you, pointing:

They couldn’t eat if you didn’t water their crops.

So don’t beat yourself up.

You don’t control the wind.


 
 
 

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