Her Presents-By Edward Her
A poem I wrote having a bad dream bout my first love. Ahhh. Not the best poet might have some grammar issues. “I stare as the dark thunderous clouds come closer to me from the distance Watching the clouds roll with anger and no remorse between the two red canyons Stuck beneath in the desert valley my body begins to shiver from the ice cold aura of the storm I hear the sounds of gods...