• _rutu_writes_ 33w

    Hailstorm

    Those tiny pieces of ice,
    Showering upon loam
    Making the weather cold,
    And the feathers shiver.

    Like the cold society,
    Hard upon my warm soul
    Making my soul shiver
    As the hailstorms fall.
    Like the judgements,
    Falling upon disturbed souls.
    ©_rutu_writes_