cold winds
blow over the southern store
watching the clouds
waiting for the rain
hoping the winds don’t come knocking
then feeling ignored, blow down your door
sometimes seeming to be a bore
staring into a sulky skies
when the darkness comes
and the children begin to cry
when the sun recedes
and the clouds begin to bleed
neighborhoods torn apart
the rains come in sheets
where do I start
streams to rivers to seas
is there any hope left
welcome to H-town
I do believe there’s much to see
when we look to the sky
long before the helicopters arrive
maybe
we might
just save our lives
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Yet again, I’m flabbergasted by your work. This is so beautiful I already can’t stop thinking about it. Bravo.Another one to reblog.
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Thank you for all the blog loving 🙂
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You are again, very welcome. 🙂
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God.
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Three separate comments? I’m dyin rn thanks so much Keely 🙂
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You are always welcome!
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My
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Oh
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