Why stormclouds gather?
Did skies break free?
This lonesome tree
Hurt by ferocious winds
So cruel in their play
How far the day
Can out of bounds be
It still awaits the sea
Be still and search until
Undone by nightfall rather.
vic briggs
A writer adrift
vic briggs 
And I’m “undone by the nightfall rather” of your pacing in this well crafted poem.
Thank you, Michael. Emotive.
Lovely, Vic. xx
Thank you, Alieonora xx
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