The gods are angry.
Dark aqua waters are wearing white caps,
Whirling wind calls
Pushing powers antagonizing a fight.
Hypnotized by angry waves
I close my eyes, a smile sits upon my lips.
Whirling wind cradles my swirling soul,
A sacrifice to the gods.
All is calm.
1 comment:
Wow, what an amazing and powerful poem. Thank you...
Your words always find a way to reach my soul and touch my heart.
BTW your new blog layout rocks! Very nice!
xo Gab
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