In the past
echoes were heard
thunder keeps
haunting her
darkness covers
the earth
drapped as a veil
skies darken, clouds
begin to cry
echoes are heard
tears of sadness fall
splashing on her face
lightening flashes
across the horizon
echoes are heard
refrains of the
past
keeps lingering on.
(c) copyright heather burns 2010
We have to lift, dark clouds and veils,
It's part of lifes' lingering ills,
But once conquered and won,
Rainbows of different colors,
Appears, to remove all our sorrows!
A good read, as always...