Storm Steps

Straggled grass sits amid
Sediment sand
Eerie are the silent steps
Which stand in painful solitude
Reaching for cloudless skies
Raising thoughts heaven bound

To no-where
From somewhere barren
Wasted
Forlorn
By storm of passionate irresistable irrational winds

After a heavy storm
A staircase stands alone
All else is gone.

poem by Karen SinclairReport problemRelated quotes
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