NA (15 December 1973 / London, England)

For Every Storm

For every storm there is a room
And find the palace now,
From deserts are a tomb and gloom,
Where clothes must just allow.

The clothing kisses us on cheek,
When effort made us worse,
The cloth we wear is rather chic,
And worry is a curse.

The storm shall grow at all the speed
That problems make us mad,
You did not follow, or then bleed
As madness is your dad.

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Comments (15)

An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing and remain enriched.
“For every storm there is a room” There is deep thought you expressed. Nice
The storm shall grow at all the speed That problems make us mad, You did not follow, or then bleed As madness is your dad......very fine expression..
For very storm there is a room, a very profound poem.
A very encouraging poem good writing, concerning reality.
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