Sunday, April 19, 2020

Erik's poem

War above the clouds

By Erik Misnyovszki

Everything is peaceful. 
What does this mean? 
Does it mean the God of thunder is coming?

Well... you never know.
Dark clouds are coming 
and everything is motionless.

Hundreds of grey shades are covering the skys.
The grass has dried out 
and finally as raindrops hit the ground 
They are happy and they become green again.

When storms come 
I only hope for one thing, 

the sun comes out there should be a rainbow.

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