This is a poem about an abrupt change in the weather.
A hawk is hovering, and
the strong wind takes it away.
From the distance, a thunderstorm is coming.
A snake dives to the bottom, and
the fallen leaves float.
The dry tree and whitened branches.
Slowly, the shower is approaching and as if
the river was boiling. And, then,
the sun lights up all through the clouds.
Wet birds in the shrub and
the fish by the bank.
Under the raincoat,
a man is waiting for the storm
to end.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 14:40
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A Storm
A hawk is hovering, and
the strong wind takes it away.
From the distance, a thunderstorm is coming.
A snake dives to the bottom, and
the fallen leaves float.
The dry tree and whitened branches.
Slowly, the shower is approaching and as if
the river was boiling. And, then,
the sun lights up all through the clouds.
Wet birds in the shrub and
the fish by the bank.
Under the raincoat,
a man is waiting for the storm
to end.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 439 times
Written on 2006-08-22 at 14:40
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