CLOUDS, DRiVEN BY THE WiND

A RATTLiNG LOCK
TOES PLAYiNG HiDE AND SEAK
FLOUNDERiNG ABOUT
AND SOME BiRD iS CLAPPiNG iTS BEAK
WHiLE WORRiES TUMBLE FROM ROCK TO ROCK

SEE SHELLS DRiFTiNG THROUGH SHALLOW WATERS
BECKONiNG, SPARKLiNG LiGHT
SEARCHiNG HOW TO HOST
NOT KNOWiNG WHERE TO LOOK, NOT FiGHT
THE FATE OF TROUBLED DAUGHTERS

AT LAST THE PLETHORA OF SORROW WAS RiDDEN OFF
LOST iN THE WiND

WEEKEND-WRiTiNG-PROMPT #426

your opinion?

i'm curious.