I see that long black cloud rolling down, Consuming everything in its path, Leaving nothing but desolation in its wake, But yet it approaches with the mannerism of a sparrow,
By Staretra _6 years ago in Poets
It was a cold night in December, and all I could do was ponder, Why it was I couldn't move, So as I sat there I grew weary,
A young boy was born, He was beautiful, His parents were filled with happiness at his arrival, He lived happily up until the age of 14,