Storm Clouds
Beautiful blue sky,
Not a cloud in sight,
Except in my foggy mind.
Storm clouds are brewing
And so I fight
For calmness of any kind.
Storms, not many,
But are intense�
My own little world inside.
Many seek shelter
Under my wings,
When instead many should hide.
When really harsh
The wind does blow,
Dark clouds are all I see.
I sit and dream
With no rainbow.
How can anyone love me?
Rain comes down
And so I fold.
My heart, desperation fills.
Such a gentle soul
Do I behold,
But when lightening strikes,
It kills.
� Kathee Tschudy, August 4, 1997.
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