After the storm//Original poem [100 Days poetry challenge (Day 95, Poem 93)]
After the storm
After the storm
roaring in the street
in a fog of people.
And I knew it up there
raising my head
until turning to the earth.
Learning to be a mirror
in each step of mine.
On a walk in each drop
of its terrestrial ruin.
And I kept seeing,
walking their same steps.
Far
in his death of the earth.
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Poetry written for (100 Day Poetry Challenge) organized by @d-pend made for Steemit
6/10/18
Looking into the mirror is never easy my friend. And death is always a step away. Wonderful words indeed.
Thanks friend. I know it's painful.
Casi llegando al final del reto de los 100 días, su constancia y dedicación serán muy bien recompensadas, saludos @corderosiete
Gracias @reyesjosecordero. Es un paseo por un mundo fascinante. Ya tengo el cerebro casi frito.
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There is no evil that lasts a hundred years or a body that can resist it. Every storm is accompanied by calm. The intensity of the wind descends, the waters lower, the terrain moves, the verses are redistributed. Excelent brother.
Thank you sister.
Yet another good write mr cordero keep it up
Thanks friend. Almost there.