The Sky Is Angry.
Sat on a train, looking out at the sky, it had a face, and an angry one at that, hence this poem was born.
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The sky is angry
His bright blue eyes
Glare out from his frowning grey brow
As he threatens rain
On the land below
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Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.
The Lonely Recluse.
The Lonely Recluse
