Thunders that turn to rains
clattering on roof
bouncing off wet floor
crackling steam of clouds
threatening with more
charging the air
with dusted gold smells
of ions making love
sepia monotones
bronzing horizon clinging to grey
plangent whips of merciless gods
lashing the skies
scourging heat wiping dust
Washing away
the modern sins
of clumsy industrialisation
No comments:
Post a Comment