Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Storm Clouds

The melancholy statue stares heartlessly into the darkness.
The fierce wolf howls at the lonesome moon.
The storm clouds caress the sky as the sun disappears.
The distant buildings cower beneath the mountains.
The elderly lady grieves over the loss of her companion.
The contemplative nature you evoke makes me
"Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm."

1 comment:

  1. Nice use of verbs.

    Strive to be descriptive. Instead of saying "elderly," for example, show you reader what that looks like.

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