Tuesday, 11 September 2012


Stories often told
Of days when Rain shone
Our sorrow saw no end
Riveting horrors as screams chime

Gloom left flowers Grey
Rising tides kept prisoners still
Afternoon crept home carrying an eerie chill
Powerful greed met great evil at play
Easing calm however laid plan
So yet again yearning for good to land

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