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.

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~ by The Lonely Recluse on November 24, 2012.