Written by Emily Harstone | January 27, 2017
Rain maker walks away, farmer satisfied.
Nothing soothes the soul like night
It was the harbinger of death.
Within this enormous universe…perfectly isolated.
Huddled against the deluge, they trembled.
The storm harbinger descended with fury.
Shelter in the time of storm
Watercolors sustain the essence of life.
But it was only the beginning.
It wasn’t a bird at all
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Rain maker walks away, farmer satisfied.
Nothing soothes the soul like night
It was the harbinger of death.
Within this enormous universe…perfectly isolated.
Huddled against the deluge, they trembled.
The storm harbinger descended with fury.
Shelter in the time of storm
Watercolors sustain the essence
of life.
But it was only the beginning.
It wasn’t a bird at all