The Storm

too dumb to know I missed my chance

I listen

I can't hear where the sound has come from

I feel

Through fingers and toes that are numb

I look

But only at things I am shown

I think

But only of things I have known

So I stand

As if I have nowhere to roam

And raindrops patter

Against a stone

Reviews

[siddhi]

What a lovely, beautifully written piece.

[Razaman]

thank you very much!

[siddhi]

my pleasure......:)


siddhi