~Quiet Storm~

Into the life of a quiet storm;
A never-ending wistfull mourn-
Darkened crevices black and crude.
Lost in an endless solitude.
A cry from valleys low and somber;
Heart wrenched tears in every chamber-
So silent weeps the broken dawn
And time is destined to carry on.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr