Winds whip storm clouds build
Temprature drops
Rain starts to fall
Thunder rumbles
Lightening flashes across the sky
The raging sea below crashes upon the shore
And still she stands there
Waiting for him
Wind pulling her dress
Whipping her hair across her face
And still she waits for him
Storm dies down
Sun sets
Sun rises
Day fades into night
Night fades into day
Ands till she waits for him
Her hair turned gray
Her back not as straight as it once was
Skin formed wrinkles
Dress worn and frayed
And still she waits for him...

I am here to wallow in the words Jenni - thank you

Nicely written.

Though I do feel like the lady in the poem, well, cept I'm a guy..

Awesome,,,,

Very nice!!!!

Wow , g/f that was AWESOME

These visuals are outstanding Cherub! Extremely good write!!!

Nice....so well written....I really enjoyed it....read it several times....

The Blue one will come, in time he will show you all the things we dream of.



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