tainted and tinted
the rain taps on a hollow tin roof.
the wind whispers
as the whisps spoke;
through the flashes of bright lightning
the snap of a rolling thunder,
tainted and tinted
leaves dance in a whipping motion;
here comes the storm
//
morning sunshine
looking in the morning window
were these dreams of mine
yesterday is today’s widow
//
tainted and tinted
the rain taps on a hollow tin roof.
the wind whispers
as the whisps spoke;
through the flashes of bright lightning
the snap of a rolling thunder,
tainted and tinted
leaves dance in a whipping motion;
here comes the storm
c 2018 bgw
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