Excellent Just a poem Poetry, Dreams In Motion. : Stormy Ground by Gwynn

Sweeping clouds of gray across the night sky wander cloaking diamond eyes and bathing lonely lovers with a symphony of tears. And the cold wind sighs- whispering through barren trees- speaking no comfort as it caresses the soul with bitter indifference. O' Weep! Weep I say as the storm rages within and thunders without in a steady cacophony of love, loss, and hollow doubts.

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