Storm Steps
Straggled grass sits amid
Sediment sand
Eerie are the silent steps
Which stand in painful solitude
Reaching for cloudless skies
Raising thoughts heaven bound
To no-where
From somewhere barren
Wasted
Forlorn
By storm of passionate irresistable irrational winds
After a heavy storm
A staircase stands alone
All else is gone.
poem by Karen Sinclair
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