The storm waited and watched Fighting... "Commence." Ropes carry more of Tree limbs, screams, and roars. And the houses speculate, Senses... Scared for their well-being, Solid indoors. Then the wind... Boom, back and forths, "Is not its fault!" The tree. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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