Cold wind blowing about
Throwing her umbrella over the hedge
Brushing her hair off the shoulders
As she walks along the empty street ahead
She has her no-emotions mask on
What a fine poker face it will make
One can say that she is in pain,
Or may be she plots to retaliate
The stillness follows the wind
Trees recovering their full height
She walks in the twilight towards her home
In the calm before the storm…
lovely post....:)
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ReplyDeleteLife is full of miracles
ReplyDeleteprovided in different shapes
As a storm comes after the calm
it'll promise a new beginings...
@ Shadow : thank you Shadow :)
ReplyDelete@ Hipo : Yes sis, life is full of miracles, After the storm there will most probably be a clear sky. Thanks for the inspiration you bring.