Treasure Island

Guillermo Veloso

(September 25 1962 / New York City)

After The Storm


Thunder ebbs
Rolls into mist
One storm has passed
And now silence
Envelopes me
Still
Connected
Rooted in soul
Connected
Air electric
Connected
A road to walk
Connected
Alone
Connected

Submitted: Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Edited: Sunday, February 09, 2014
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  • Rup Pokharel (9/27/2009 11:51:00 AM)

    I liked your piece of art. Very finely coined words to describe the aftermath of strom.10++

    I wish you are well and doing well. May i request your goodself to spare few minutes and go through my new poems
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