No one even knew it wasn’t an
Ordinary day.
Rearranging all familiar objects;
Making common melt away.
And now we only have the rubble
Left once the twister flew away.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
No one even knew it wasn’t an
Ordinary day.
Rearranging all familiar objects;
Making common melt away.
And now we only have the rubble
Left once the twister flew away.
Loved this one – the ending hit me hard!