Storm Lodge

comes
the wind gently
muted the space, run through
and through as it wrestles
the nature strength

lose steam
blogs the esteem,
even the train speed counter the
wind, find the golden rain
that stops the plane
for even the brave wants
to be a friend

see how the storm
live in the
plain, many have found a shelter
dislodge the green,
looks the rain never stop to clean the
pavement, just as time vanish all
the grain

please droplets of rain
come no more,
I am gone, before you'll left my land,
see dismay in
my face, the teary eyes
left in vain, even if you’re away the plain
will pay

oh! little sweet fertile
soil you have
grown, yet! sad for the rain
till and devour your land to the
ground...

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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